No What Allowed?

So Wyatt got his beloved "Perry" hat from Santa. It is a kid sized fedora, like the hat that the secret agent "Perry the Platypus" wears on the cartoon "Phineas and Ferb."

He has worn it everywhere since receiving it Christmas morning. He wanted to wear it to the inflatable playground. I was concerned about him jumping around with it on.

About 20 minutes after arriving he came over to me with a concerned look and asked me to come read something for him.

He was studying the rules that were posted on the side and wanted to know what one particular image meant.

It was a picture of a nose, with a ring through it. It read, "No facial jewelry." I explained what that meant.

He was visibly relieved. He said, "Good, I was afraid it said 'no hats."

It was so sweet I nearly cried.

What Zane Said

So Christmas morning Zane is in his high chair ready for breakfast.

He looks right at me and says, "Mom."

Best gift of the day.

Cookie Thief

So we've laid out the cookies and milk for Santa and are preparing for bed.

We take a minute to say farewell to the elf on the shelf.

When we turn back around we see Colt with chocolate all over his mouth, double fisting a couple of cookies.

Wyatt gasps and grabs the plate, "Colton, you have to leave some for Santa!"

Don't Mess With Jesus

So as many of you know we have been doing "Elf on the Shelf." The elf lives at the house during the month before Christmas and reports on behavior to Santa.

Wyatt has become a bit of a tattle tale.

Yesterday I heard him having a serious conversation with the elf. Apparently Colt had been a little rough with a nativity figurine.

Wyatt says, "Elfy, Colty was mean to baby Jesus."

I'm thinking that's a pretty serious offense around Christmas. Perhaps its better to mess with the Shepherds.

Blasphemy

So this morning Colt asks for some "funny peanut butter" on his toast.

"Funny peanut butter?" I ask.

He goes to the pantry and retrieves the Nutella.

I gasp. How could anyone refer to the richest, creamiest, most chocolaty of all breakfast goodness...as funny peanut butter. Clearly I'm neglecting his culinary training.

The Menace

If I didn't write this down I would never believe that one boy could cause so much damage in one day.

Today Colt:

-Sprayed the kitchen with yogurt

-Coated the nursery with a full tube of diaper rash cream

- Woke Zane up 20 minutes into his nap by hopping in his crib, jumping up and down and removing all the toys that were mounted to the sides.

-Ripped down the Christmas decorations on the front porch and shattered a decorative Santa's glasses.

-Stomped three glass ornaments into tiny bits and scattered them on the front steps

-Broke the leaf blower by smashing it with a table leg

-Sprayed an entire can of self tanner in his bedroom. (Sadly I won't know the extent of the damage until 2 to 4 hours from now when it develops its "healthy, bronzed glow")

-Ripped all the pages out of Wyatt's favorite book

Did I mention the flailing on the floor temper tantrums?

On the bright side, he cleaned his plate at supper and volunteered to brush his teeth, twice.

A Job Well Done

So I finally got around to putting the Christmas decorations up outside.

Wyatt and Colt spend the whole time playing in the yard.

When I finish Wyatt comes up behind me and gives he a pat on the back.

He says, "I really appreciate your work here, Mom."

Laughin' His Pants Off

So Wyatt is starting to really appreciate comedy.

I often hear him laughing hysterically when he is watching cartoons.

The other day Joe and I came into the TV room to find him giggling, wearing nothing but a shirt, socks and a smile.

Joe says, "Where are your pants?"

"I was laughing so hard that I got them wet."

"You wet your pants?"

"No, I was laughing and so I spilled my drink all over them."

Apparently he literally laughed his pants off.