Giants

Last night while sitting on the couch with us, Philip looked at us and said,

"You both are giants."

The Naughty List

Meredith made some little decorations at Sunday School. They're just little white construction paper stars and have a long crepe paper "tail." I have them hanging on the refrigerator.

Every time Philip sees them, he says, "Look! It's the naughty list!"

It does kind of look like Santa's Naughty List Scroll that we see on "The Miser Brothers' Christmas." Which we've been watching about 40 times a day ever since Christmas.

I also gave the little boy a buzz cut the other day. He was starting to look like one of the Beatles and now he looks like a little boy again. If daddy doesn't get to Hayden's hair pretty soon, I'm going to do his too.

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.
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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!"

Saturday Night

As John and I were getting ready to go to bed Saturday night, I could hear a certain little someone talking in his bed.

Naturally, I assumed he would quiet down and go to sleep so I got into my nice comfy bed and got all nice and toasty warm.

Still with the talking. So since I was nice and toasty warm, I sent John to go quiet the baby down. (OK the real reason is because if I go in there, Philip thinks he can get out of bed but when John goes in there, he'll usually go ahead and quiet down and go to sleep.) Whatever, I still didn't want to get out of bed.

Less than a minute later, John comes back, crawls into bed, and advises me that I need to go get my boy. He said Phil had taken all his clothes off and was sitting there naked.

I said there was no way that could have happened. The baby was exhausted so I just put him down in his clothes - sweat pants and a pull-over shirt - and there was no way he could have gotten his shirt off.

We argued about it for awhile (nice and toasty warm in bed!) but, finally, I got up and this is what greeted me when I looked in on him. . .

The first thing he said to me? "I'm nekked!"

I advised him next time to wait until AFTER he pees to take off the diaper. I was impressed that he managed to get his shirt off though.

Lucky me - I got to clean up and dress a baby AND change his sheets at nearly midnight.

Oh, Kid - The unedited picture will be around for me to show your future girlfriends. Consider it payback.

An Irritation

Philip looked at Hayden the other day and said to him,

"Hayden, you irritate the crap out of me!"

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No - I have NO IDEA where he got that! - stop looking at me! - and, besides, I only say that when I'm teasing the kids!

That boy is going to get me into so much trouble...

Waking Up

I peeped my head into Philip's room this morning. As soon as he saw me he said, "Help me. I'm stuck in this cage."

Later, Daddy patted the top of his head and he said, "Stop ducking me!" (You know - like, "Duck, Duck, Goose")