Goodbye Crib

I can't believe it happened so quickly. When Brody was 2 we very slowly introduced him to sleeping on a mattress, then talked about a big boy bed, then finally took down the crib and set up his big boy room. Last week at the beach, we let Logan sleep on an air mattress for the first time overnight (he sleeps on one at Shahnaz's for naps). He did great, but when we came home Logan started crying at night. On the second night of this, I was talking to Logan, trying to understand what was the matter. Finally he said "want. big. boy. bed." I said "do you want to sleep in your crib?" He said no. "Do you want to sleep in a big boy bed?" He immediately stopped crying and nodded. So, Jacob set up an air mattress for the night, Logan stopped crying and went to sleep.

The next night Jacob brought up the pieces to Logan's twin-sized bed and set it up in his room. He is still fussing a little at night but I think that's because he was accostumed to all of us sleeping in the same room at the beach. It's certainly not because of his bed. Logan loves to climb into the bed and put his head down on his pillow. He looks like such a little man.

The best part is that Logan sleeps with his door shut and still can't turn the doorknob. So while Brody gave us trouble once we moved him to a big boy bed, wandering out of his room in the middle of the night, Logan is stuck. He can get down and get out of bed, but he cannot leave his room. This morning when I got out of the shower, I could hear the doorknob turning back and forth but he couldn't get the door open. Finally he sat down and played with his toys and I heard "I'm Buzz Lightyear, HIYA!" through the monitor.

It's crazy to me that after more than four years, we won't have a crib in the house anymore. We survived the crib years. Now, to just get through potty training... :)

Rock Out

Brody has known how to make devil horns for a couple of years now. When Jacob cranks up Metallica or something like it, Brody will "rock out" with his devil horns and some light head banging, which really just looks like he's rocking forwards and backwards. Logan tries to copy him, but his hands end up looking like Edward Scissorhands. He hasn't quite figured out how to arrange his fingers. This morning as we loaded into the car, Wallflowers "One Headlight" was playing on the radio and Logan said "I rock out!", did his Scissorhands impression and started rocking back and forth. For those of you who don't know the song, One Headlight is not a "rock out" kind of song. It's slow and melodic. Jacob would not be proud.

Update 7/29: As I pulled out of the driveway this morning Logan called out from his carseat behind me saying "here Mama", which means he wants to hand me something. Most of the time this is because he has too many toys in his hands and needs to free one up. I reach back and he gives me his full bag of Fruit Loops, the only thing he had in his hands. Then he tells me "I rock out!"... to Phil Collins "I don't care anymore". Maybe this is my fault. I should pay better attention to what's on the radio when the kids are in the car. Phil Collins? Really?

In other news...
Yesterday morning, Brody was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and said "Look Mama, I can make a girl face" and proceeded to put his chin down a little bit, make his eyes really big, turn his head to the side, and open his mouth slightly. What the heck is that? And more importantly, where did he learn that?

ABCD

The east coast is in the middle of a heat wave right now, with temperatures clearing 100 degrees. One day last week as we were loading Brody and Logan into the car, Logan protested, telling Jacob to turn on the air conditioning by saying "turn ABCD on!" He repeated his request later in the week as he and I were walking to a neighboring house. As soon as we stepped outside Logan told me, "it's hot mama. Turn on ABCD." If only I had the luxury.

We were in Pawley's with the Plummers last week and packed the house with 9 adults and 7 kids. One morning, when Logan was trying to keep up with his older cousins he bumped his head into the dining table. Aunt Debbie ran to pick him up and rubbed his head saying "are you ok, baby?" Logan didn't cry a tear and quickly told Debbie "I not a baby, I a big boy!"

Cutest kids on the planet

This post is directed to Brody and Logan.

Do you realize how cute you are? I used to think I was biased because I'm your Mama so of course I think you're cute. Family would always say you're cute, but they're obligated to say you're cute. I was still skeptical about your level of cuteness to the general public. But then it started to come from friends. Miss Sylvia at Winwood hoped her grandson would be just like you. My coworkers looked at the pictures in my office and told me that you should model. And then strangers started commenting too. People stop us in stores to compliment your beautiful hair- Brody for the white-blond color and Logan for the curls. Others just stop and smile as we walk by. Seriously, you're that cute. You draw attention.

At Morgan and Tony's wedding, their friend Daryn told us her fiancee Jon had been hesitant to have kids soon, but changed his mind when he saw you two walking down the aisle. He told Daryn "We can have kids if they look like that." I know, that's extreme, but that's how cute you are. Thankfully, you're also sweet, funny, smart, and all sorts of other positive things. But look at you in those suits... Cute.

More Brogan-isms

Here are two more Brogan-isms:

At the Hoover's 4th of July party, Uncle Dink asked 2-year old Logan "what's up?". Logan immediately looked up to the ceiling of the tent to check it out.

While getting ready for school and work this morning, Brody asked me how many schools he will go to. I told him after Winwood he'd go to the school by the swimming pool, then the new school where the backhoes are working, then the big school with the soccer fields, then he'd go a school far away where he would get to live there and sleep there. Brody told me, "No, I don't want to sleep there because I sleep here at home." I told Brody that he could come home on "stay home days" and holidays to visit. He asked me if his teachers would drive him to his school that was far, far away. I told him that he'd be big like Mama and Dada and could drive himself. So he told me that he needed a car. Sigh. At 4, he's already asking for a car.

Broganisms

Here are a few snippets of conversations that occurred in our household over the past week:

Brody, at the cookout after Dada's hockey game, picks a leaf off the tree and eats it. Then walks over to the group and tells everyone "That is NOT basil."

Logan, who I affectionately call "monkey" when I say goodnight, has an angry voice that he uses when he's being defiant. It's low and gravelly, like he's talking with his chin pressed into his chest. Brody fakes taking a picture of him with his viewfinder, then shows Logan the picture through the viewfinder, saying "Look Logan, you're a giraffe!" Logan, in his angry voice shoots back "I'm NOT a giraffe, I'm a MONKEY."

Brody asks to use the bathroom while visiting with Aunt Judy and Uncle Don. I take him and as he's peeing, he tells me "Mama, their potty is beautifuller than ours."

We have very little silence in our lives right now, so it's nice that some of their chatter results in laughter.