big boy bed

We recently moved G to his big boy bed. Its a twin bed on his floor, and what once was an easy bedtime is now a 45 minute production filled with questions and threats. If daddy goes in first, I hear them giggling on the monitor and then they discuss how I'm going to yell if I come in and catch them. When I close G's door, he uses this as an excuse to bounce around like a ping pong ball until I come back in. Then he proceeds to ask me a million questions about everything from why the sun comes out to what my bed looks like.

But my all time favorite so far, has been this little quote "The ceiling paint made me get out of bed and come find you".

My son is nothing, if not a creative liar. :)

From the mouth of babes

So while having our weekly "Please be nice to mommy and daddy they do nice things for you so don't be a brat" discussion, G started asking me questions. Here is the conversation that took place:

Giovanni: "how much do you love me Mommy?"
Me: "I love you to the moon and back and to infinity. How much do you love mommy?"
G: "uh, 30 miles, I just love you 30 miles" (All said matter of factly while he played toys)

Nice. Good to know where I stand!

Stitches

So friday night, G banged into the door jam (the metal part) on the bathroom door frame, and cut above his eye, right thru the eyebrow hair. Poor Kid needed 2 stitches and took them like a champ! He was very very brave. He got a toy the next day as a reward, and Mommy came home and had a nice sweet tea vodka with lemonade to calm her nerves! I hope we don't end up back there anytime soon!

Thoughts from a 3.5 year old

G has had some amusing moments of late. Because I am too lazy to spread them out over several posts, and my coffee hasn't kicked in yet, here they are:

We recently got a new car and a new carseat for G. after a week, I noticed some gunk on the arm of his car seat. I asked him what that was, and he told me "Its stuff from my nose Mommy" oh so matter of factly. Lovely. So much for keeping the new car clean!

While flipping thru one of my books last week, he told me "Your books have so many words and no pictures. why are there no pictures?"

Since we started Potty Training, he is obsessed with the self flush toilets. We were using one last week, and he knows now that you can press the button to make it flush. he asked to press it, and I said no (because I skeeve). So he told me "Why not Mommy, its not electricity!" I have no idea how he knows that, but I must say, it was an impressive argument!