Conversations with Logan.

This is how the conversation went with Logan today in the car....with himself.

"How about cow? Mooooooo. GOOD JOB! How about piggy? Snort snort. GOOD JOB! How about cat? Meow. GOOD JOB! How about piggy? Moooo. NOOOO! Snort Snort. GOOD JOB! Big truck! GOOD JOB!"

It sounded just like our conversation we have almost every car ride, with the exception that I was just listening and he was playing both parts! There's a house down the road from us that has horses and every time we pass them, he makes me start going through all his animal sounds. Luckily, I got a free pass this time. He's also learning the difference between big and little, that's why he told himself "good job" over identifying a big truck. Other times in the car he repeatedly says "1232123212321....It reminds me of when my sister and I would yell "mailbox" every time we saw a mailbox. I'm sure that drove my parents CRAZY! But hey, at least he can count to 3 and then do it backwards (we're trying to learn how to count to 5 but he doesn't have the hang of that yet). He also likes to sing twinkle, twinkle little star, but I don't mind that so much.

He is getting so big and learning so much that I can't keep up with it all to blog about it. His sentences are getting cleared and longer. His favorite thing to say right now is "I can't do it". I hate that he says that though! He says it when doing something that he can do, he just won't try hard enough. Sometimes I just want to say "you're not a quitter! Quit saying you can't" but it's not like he's going to understand what that means. So instead I just show him how he can do it and hope that he does the next time.

I had the scare of a lifetime about a week ago. He has learned how to open the doors even with the child door knob thingamajigs. He was laying down taking a nap, Nate was asleep in his swing, so I decided to lay down on the couch and gets some Zzzz's myself. Next thing I know I was awaken from some very bright light. Turns out the front door was WIDE OPEN! I run out the front door, barefoot and probably bra-less. I don't see him, I don't hear him. I'm freaking out. Jade comes running up the side of the house from the back yard. Since she is his best friend I assumed she was with him, so I head out back, calling for him, no answer. I get around to the back and there's my little Logan in his t-shirt and diaper, dragging his blankie on the wet, muddy ground, barefoot, squatting down at the edge of the woods saying "kitty, kitty". It's a darn good thing that I was just so relieved to have found him relatively quickly that my anger subsided because otherwise I would have worn his bottom out and the DFCAS lady that lives next door would have probably had to file a report. So now I deadbolt and lock the door before I dare take a nap, although he knows how to do those too, at least it takes him a little time and makes a little noise. I must have been COMPLETELY out of it for him to have gotten outside though.

Just 2 days ago, the same scenario as above. Logan asleep in his bed, Nate asleep in the swing, me asleep on the couch with the doors LOCKED...and Logan woke me up attempting to cover me up with his blanket. Such a sweet little boy.

There's a website called shitmykidsruined.com and I swear I need to start submitting stuff to them. I went on there the other day and thought "man, that's nothing, Logan's done way worse than that!" Like the keys on my laptop have been removed. A flower vase got knocked over on my computer and it no longer works. Syrup poured all over the floor, himself and the dog. Sharpie to the bathroom vanity just a couple hours before the realtor was suppose to be here(rubbing alcohol got most of it off). 2 full bottles of laundry detergent poured all over the washer and laundry room floor. Crockpot broken. Two coffee pots shattered. And that's just what I can think of off the top of my head!

That's my Logan though. For all the mischief he creates and messes to clean up, he's 10 times more loving. He gives the best kisses and hugs in the world. He'll even grab us with both hands on our face to make us give him a kiss. Logan was eating breakfast in his high chair when Brent told him bye, bye to go to work. When Brent got about half way to the door Logan started yelling "hug, hug, hug" so Brent had to come back and get a sticky pancake hug before he walked out the door. His laughter and smile can light up a room, and for that I'm grateful and will take all the messes in the world for them!

He's becoming a great big brother and will try to take care of Nate. He's a little rough, but he's learning. Anytime Nate spits up, Logan rushes over with a wipe and wipes off Nate's face and clothes (and probably most of his skin too). He gets a wipe and tries to wipe off Nate's bottom when I'm changing his diaper. He bounces Nate's bouncy seat when he gets fussy. He tickle monsters Nate's belly and feet.

He still has his jealous moments though. Sometimes if I'm holding Nate while sitting on the couch, Logan will come over and try to push him away and says "MOVE!". A few weeks ago Brent was holding Nate and Logan wanted to play so he went to Brent and pushed him towards me and said "Mommy holds baby", so Brent would play cars with him.

Anyways, that's my update on Logan. I only have access to a computer when Brent gets home from work, but I'm sure I'll have more mischievous things to post soon. Hoping to get my computer to the shop this week!