Clark is nearing the fine old age of 2.  How did this happen so fast?  One of his favorite naughty things to do is pull out the drawers in the kitchen and use them as a ladder to climb up on the counter.  He knows he is not suppose to do this, so every time we wants to climb up, he stands in front of the drawers, turns to me, and says, "Bye Mom.  Bye Mom."  And waves me out of the room.  I let him think he could get away with it the first few times so that I could peak around the corner and chuckle at him.

As I gave Caleb a haircut the other day, he was upset that he would have to go bathe afterwards.  I warned him that he would be very itchy if he didn't.  "Can't I just wiggle a lot to get the little hairs off?"  =)

Anderson recently earned his Wolf badge in Cub Scouts.  He was so excited and so proud.  As he talked to people during the day, I could hear him saying, "I just earned my wolf 20 minutes ago!"  Later: "I just earned my wolf 2 hours ago!"  Even later: "I just earned my wolf 6 hours ago!"  Way to go Anderson!  I am proud of you.

The Curse of Saint Patrick

Caleb is afraid of losing his teeth.  According to Caleb, it is not the pain of losing the tooth that concerns him.  I think he just feels very sentimental towards them; it makes him sad to lose them.

This leads us to our current problem: the dead front tooth hanging in Caleb’s mouth.  It is now brown and crooked and I am very tired of waiting for it to fall out on its own. Caleb, because of reasons previously listed, refuses to let us even wiggle it. 

A mother in my situation starts to plot things. 

So I ask you…Which do you think would be more traumatic to a child: 1) waking up in the middle of the night to his mom yanking his tooth out, 2) having your mother ‘accidentally’ hit you in the mouth, or 3) being placed in a headlock by your mother and having your precious tooth yanked out by force.

Despite the nasty tooth hanging in front of his mouth, Caleb still continues to entertain us.  The other day he spilled his milk.  He growled and went to the sink to fetch a wash cloth.  As he cleaned up his mess he muttered, “This is the worst day ever!  This bad luck is all because I didn’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day.”  Then he raised his fist in the air and yelled to the heavens, “Curse you Saint Patrick!”  We all laughed and he put on his fake frown that he uses when he is trying to stay mad.

Pure Joy

We recently bought a new home phone.  This means that our old phone became Clark's toy.  The phone has always been forbidden for Clark, so of course it is the item he most desperately wanted to play with.  Check out his pure joy when we gave it to him: