Really????

So the other day Evrett woke up from a much needed nap and went into the bathroom–this is part of our wake-up routine so I left him alone.  Several minutes later when he had not emerged I knocked on the door and peeked in; there was Evrett, dutifully undressed, but not using the toilet.  Instead he was laying on our bathmat sucking his thumb and holding his bear–buck nekked.

“What are you doing buddy?  It’s time to go potty now.”  No response.

“Evrett! you need to get up and go potty right now.” (much more sternly)

And then my 3 1/2 year old, who still sucks his thumb and sleeps with a ragged-y teddy bear answered without missing a beat, “Ok, Player.”

I have no clue where it came from, but apparently he’s now a teenager in training. And all I can think to say is “Really?  really, really?” Which seems woefully inadequate somehow.  Why are little kids so weird?

MN pics

Here’s some shots of the boys and I on our trip to MN.  I’ll add a few NY shots later too!  We celebrated my brother Brian’s birthday while we were there so a lot of these are from that gathering.

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this is Ben hugging the stuffed “Sparky” Grandma got as a gag gift.

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We love our cousin Jacob!

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mmmmmmm Cupcake!

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Uncle “Adoo” is a big big BIG favorite, can you tell?

And here’s one of my favorites:

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Uncle Brian is so gracious to let them ‘help’ open presents.

Things I have found in my bed . . .(rated G, I promise)

So over the last few months my little darlings have left us a number of surprises, all of which are ridiculous.

* light sabers, blue or green or both

*Evrett’s pajamas

*Benetts pajamas

*foam ‘pirate’ swords

*a well wrapped, only wet(non-poop) diaper–thanks for not throwing that out!

*Mr Bear

*Mr Puppy

*Evrett’s blankets

*half empty baby bottles–usually dripping on my side of the sheets

*various toy cars

*a nerf gun

*Mr Potato Head

*Shoes, generally Evrett’s or Ben’s

*sippy cups

*goldfish, both crushed and uncrushed

*Bailey the wonder dog

*markers

*drumsticks

*a tambourine

*blocks

*assorted stuffed animals and pacifiers

*and just the other night, at 2 am, who should appear and crawl right in blankets and all?  Evrett, of course.  Saying emphatically “I just need to snuggle my Daddy, Mommy so I came in.” He then proceeded to climb right up on Ross’ sleeping form and lay bodily on him until Ross woke up enough to move him back onto the bed.

Now I ask you, readers, what kind of weirdo kid wakes up in the dead of night, thinks to himself “I want to snuggle” and then actually has the presence of mind to gather all his blankets and animals and drag them along to our room so he “wouldn’t be cold”.  I’m lucky if I can accurately remember my own name at that time of night, much less think through blankets and teddy bears and climbing into someone else’s bed.  But he’s a clever little monkey; he knows we aren’t willing to get out of bed and carry him back to his room at 2 in the morning either.  How wonderful it will be in a few months when Ben is big enough to follow him.  :)  Its a good thing they’re both so darn cute.

On a related topic, Benett is moving into his thinking/problem solving phase.  He proved this just yesterday morning.  When he woke up he called loudly for Mommy and then Daddy for several minutes each per his usual impatient little self.  Since neither of us was inclined to leap out of bed and entertain him at 6:15 he quieted for a few moments and then began hollering out “BIIIIIIKEEE!!!” Which is his way of calling our good friend Mike, who is staying with us temporarily.  Luckily, Mike is a sound sleeper and was not roused by this demand.   Shortly thereafter he succeeded in waking up his brother(since they share a room) and was happy to make faces at ‘budder’ and throw stuffed animals at him until we came to get him up.  When these 2 get a little bigger and better able to coordinate I think Ross and I are in for some trouble.