Big Kid Bed

"I WANT TO SLEEP IN THE BIG KID BED!"

And so proclaimed Matthew last night, as we were setting up his room for his first sleepover (with Ellie). As he hasn't tried to escape his crib yet, we haven't had a reason to put him in a real bed. But with Ellie in one, he had to be in one too. We weren't sure how it would go, but figured it would either go well, or he'd refuse to relax and we'd have to put him in the crib. Since the latter was a possibility anyway just because of the sleepover, we figured what the heck.

But it worked great. He slept all night in the bed, napped this afternoon, and now he's (hopefully) asleep on it for the second night in a row. I'm torn - I love that my little man is growing up, but there was a certain comfort in knowing that he was locked up in the crib, unable to roam around at night. As soon as he figures out he's free, we could be in trouble...

I feel bad for Ryan

"Dad, I have a question to tell you..."

"You mean, 'I have something to tell you,' or 'I have a question to ask.'"

"Yeah. I have something to tell you. Ryan's stomach is stinky."

"What?"

"I was sitting near Ryan and something didn't smell good. So I went over and told Miss Vanessa that something was stinky. She said it was Ryan's stomachache and to go sit back down."

"Oh. Poor Ryan."

The Great Zucchini

Matthew and I went and saw The Great Zucchini the other day, and in hindsight I should have taken Ellie too. She was fascinated by the stories from the show. Okay, the story (singular). All Matthew says about it is, "It was TOILET PAPER!" And then he says "Eeewww..." and laughs.

[He's referring to the part where TGZ puts toilet paper in his mouth and then pulls out a bunch of colored streamers.]

Anyway, Ellie was full of questions:
"Dad, what's The Great Zucchini?"
"He's a man who entertains kids."

"What does he look like?"
"Kind of like daddy, but he needed to shave."

"What color was his shirt?"
"White."

"Did he have a tail?"
"No!"

"What color is his hair?"
"Dark brown."

"Was he wearing a hat?"
"For part of the time."

"What color was it?"
"I think brown."

"Tell me about his hat..."
etc., etc., etc.

Perhaps you glossed over all those, so I'll repeat one of her questions. "Does he have a tail?" WTF?!? What on earth is going through her head when she asks THAT? The beauty is she just smoothly moved on to the next question when I said no.

Busted...

"Something doesn't smell good around here daddy..."

Of course Matthew picked that time to not be around. He must have known I would have blamed him!

Maybe it's time to get another dog...

(just kidding, that's not happening for a while)