Rude awakenings

We've had two surprising mornings in the Weaver household this week. Yesterday as I was getting ready, I noticed Brody standing in the doorway to his room. He saw me and pointed to his bed, not saying anything. As I got closer I see that half of his face is covered in blood from his forehead to his chin and as I enter his room, I see that there is a puddle of blood on his bed. Thankfully it was immediately evident that the source was his nose so I didn't have a heart attack at the sight. He was bewildered but liked seeing the blood come off his face and onto the washcloth.

This morning I went in to get Logan and I found him standing in his crib, his footed pajamas unzipped to his ankle, his diaper undone, full of poop, and hanging off. His facial expression as I walked in was very neutral. He wasn't celebrating his achievement but he wasn't apologetic either. I think he was waiting to see how I reacted to determine if he was in trouble. I'm proud to say that I kept calm both mornings but they've probably taken a year off my life. What joys will I wake up to tomorrow?

Happy Valentine's Day

I asked Brody this morning if he'd be my valentine. I told him a valentine is someone you like a lot and give a kiss goodbye. He said no, he wouldn't be my valentine because he said Dada was already his valentine. I said, then can I be Logan's valentine and he said no because Logan was his valentine too. I asked if I could be Foster's valentine and Brody said no, EVERYBODY's already his valentine... but I could be valentines with the tree if I wanted.

As I'm leaving him at daycare, I give him a hug and asked for a kiss goodbye. He gave me a big smooch and said "You ARE my valentine" then laughed a teasing laugh, pushed me out the door, and ran off to join his friends. I have the best valentine in the world. :)

hiccups

Logan was going after Brody's lollipop last night. Brody was looking for every excuse to keep him away and said "but I have the hiccups and if Logan has my lollipop, he'll get the hiccups". Two hours later, as we're getting into bed, Logan contracted a case of the hiccups. You really cannot win against a three year old.