Pizza Pan

Dallen saw the movie Hook for the first time about a month or so ago and, to my true surprise, loved it. He ironically didn't care for the movie Peter Pan AT ALL. Still doesn't. Anyway...he loves to dress up as Hook (pics to come) and talk about Pizza Pan. We've diligently worked to correct him, but I have to admit it's pretty funny. So for now he will remain arch enemy, Pizza Pan.

A couple days ago I was at the hospital for a bloodtest and Dallen had come along dressed in full Hook gear. The lady at the front desk said, "Oh! How cute are you! Are you a prince today?" Dallen gave her the nastiest crusty, walked right up to her and stuck his hand (with the hook) in her face as if to say, "What's your problem lady? Didn't you see the hook?"

Loving these boys.

What The Heck Is That?

Although I don't really know when it began, each time Dawsen wakes up I get him out of his crib and we go peek between the blinds to see what's happening outside. He'll usually comment on seeing a tree, truck, kids, a dog or something like that. A couple days ago he peeked between the blinds and said, "What duh heck'n'dat?" I would respond with a very similar comment. Where the heck did you learn that? It's now one of his favorite things to say, yet when the camera comes out it went out the window, as it usually does. Here's the best we could do.

So Agreeable

Dallen has picked up some new phrases from somewhere. Lately he'll say to me, "Sure thing, Mom." What? Don't get me wrong, I'm NOT complaining about his compliance, but where in the world? The other one, which I've been hearing more often is, "That's a GREAT idea, Mom!" Why thank you, Dallen. I thought so myself. Who can't use someone in their life who makes them feel brilliant?

Loving these boys.

Silly Stripper

The early mornings we could stand, while Dawsen got used to not having the front of his crib on, but then IT began. The middle of the night visits. He'd wake up, get out of bed and come into our room dragging his blanket. Always with a book or a toy and ready to start the day. At 2 or 3 AM. Cute, but not THAT cute! So we'd put him back in bed again and again and again. Or, if we were too tired, pull him into bed with us for a few irritating minutes while he wiggled and talked and wiggled and talked. Then came THE NIGHT. After repeating the aforementioned cycles, he finally stayed in bed for about an hour. I woke up again to the sounds of him playing with the toy kitchen in his room. Whatever, I thought, as long as he stays in his room. Keep in mind it's around 3:30 AM. Then the sound of the door opening, the hall door opening, the drawers in the bathroom being emptied...things like that. We were both SO tired that although we heard it, it wasn't really registering. When it finally did I went to the bathroom just to see that he completely emptied all the drawers as well as my hall closet (think folded towels, washcloths, sheets, everything). So, back to bed where he actually stayed. First thing we did in the morning? The front of the crib back up.

Dawsen has figured out that one of the fun things to do in his crib, while waiting to fall asleep and again right when he wakes up, is to take off his clothes! He'll unzip his sleeper, let it slide off his shoulders and arms and then jump around until the rest is off. Then does he fall asleep? Hmmm...NO. I typically realize he's done this when he's been playing in there what I would deem too much time before falling asleep. I check on him and of course, redress him.

Or, after naps or first thing in the morning when I go to get him out of the crib I often find him without a shirt, with one arm out (isn't that more of a girl style?) or, if he's wearing a onesie, both arms out with the neck pushed down around his waist. The part that cracks me up with that last style is that he treats it like a skirt or something. He'll spin in circles or twist back and forth watching the sleeves sway with him. Weirdo.

Loving these boys.

Dance Off!

A few nights ago Dallen surprised us with this "break-dance." He even calls it that! Where he learned it we may never know. He says from Grandma and Grandmama, although I just can't imagine that. Enjoy. :)



Loving these boys.

The Night Owl

Well, I guess the "early bird" I talked about a couple posts ago couldn't have all the attention, so last week we got to see the "night owl."

I got home from mutual and practicing a musical number at almost ten PM, noticing as I drove into the garage, that the light in Dallen's room was still on. Terron had put him down for bed at seven and Dallen had apparently waited until he went downstairs to turn the light back on and throw a party of GINORMOUS proportions. Check out the pictures of what I found when I opened the door and what the party animal was doing.

He totally trashed his room! We had a MAJOR cleanup the next day.

Loving these boys.

And The Worst Mother Of The Year Award Goes To...

ME! J/K. Or maybe you won't think so after you hear this one! A couple days ago we were driving on the freeway when Dallen started crying about a "pokey booger" (hehe) in his eye. There was really nothing I could do about it, so I waited for him to work it out. He got more and more upset and eventually hysterical about how bad it hurt. I had to GET OFF THE FREEWAY, pull into a store parking lot and go around the car to see what had him SOOO upset. The poor kid had the entire top row of gorgeous long eyelashes folded INTO his bottom eyelid. Well sure, THAT would hurt! See ladies, who are constantly telling us how beautiful our boys eyes are, long eyelashes are not ALWAYS a benefit! Luckily it wasn't very hard to flip the eyelashes out and back into place, instantly removing the pain. Poor kid. The bad part? When we were still on the freeway and I was saying things like, "Dallen, that's enough. Crying isn't going to make it any better. Seriously, that's ENOUGH, Dallen. That's ONE!" See...I'm horrible. :)

Loving these boys