On Sunday night, John and I were getting ready to go to bed. About 11:30, we hear the baby screaming so I sent John in to quiet him down. (If I go in, Philip thinks it's time to get up.) John goes in and talks to Philip for a minute but the screaming doesn't stop, then John yells at me to hurry up and get in there quick!

He finally noticed that the baby had his leg wedged in-between the slats of his crib. Just his knee actually. We figured out to put the rest of his leg out too and then John pulled the slats apart just enough so I could pull Philip free.

Then we had to go out to the living room to calm him down. Philip said, "That was kind of scary."

My poor baby.
____________

Of course, if he'd just get out of the stupid crib and into his big boy bed, that wouldn't have happened! I don't know why he won't move over. As soon as Stephanie saw her big bed, she refused to even touch the crib again.

I hate to tell Philip this: but his New Year's Resolutions are to be sleeping in his big boy bed before the end of January and to be housebroken before his 3rd birthday.

I'll let you know how he does. ;)

Not the Santa

We went to see Santa last week. Philip really enjoyed meeting him.

However.

When we were leaving the store, the cashier had on a Santa hat. This irritated the heck out of Philip.

He kept yelling at the guy, "You're NOT SANTA! You give that hat BACK!"