I am thankful for Christian!

It was 1 year ago now that his beautiful fat cheeks and long black eyelashes made their debut appearance, and they have been lighting up my life ever since. Of course I am thankful for everyone else too, but since his birthday was on thanksgiving this year, I am especially thankful for him. We tricked a bunch of people in our ward into coming to his birthday party by telling them that they were invited to thanksgiving dinner (lets be honest, who would come to a birthday party on thanksgiving?). We had 7 families come, so we brought the Alder's table over and set it up in our living room, and put the kids at a coffee table in the kitchen. It was great! We had more food than we could eat in a week, and even more pies! I cooked my first ever turkey which was an interesting experience to say the least! Christian has always been one who LOVES to eat, so it really seems fitting for him to have a thanksgiving birthday. We gave him a mini chocolate pie with a candle in it while we sang happy birthday to him, and then we let him have at it, which was probably his favorite part of the day. Anyway it was a great day and I am thankful for all our friends who shared it with us!

It must have been GOOD!

I gave Christian a pumpkin chocolate chip cookie, and a sippy cup full of formula, and after devouring the cookie, he dumped his formula all over the crumbs and then bent over and slurped up the slop. What a mess!

Please tell me you didn't!

You know it's going to be a bad morning when you get out of the shower and your 3 year old says "Mommy! I colored the stairs blue!" That's right. He had taken A blue sharpie and colored on the wooden part of our stairs. So I go and find the strongest cleaner that I have- C.L.R. to see if it will get it off, while I am scrubbing it he says "I colored more mommy." I asked him where and he brought me into the kitchen. There on the fridge was another blue drawing. So I took the CLR to the fridge. It took the paint off the stairs but not the marker, and it only faded the markings on the fridge. So I thinking "Great. Now I have to call the rental office to get the stairs repainted, and I don't have any idea what to do about the fridge. THey already probably think we are crazy because I have to call them every week with a new problem, you know last week with the lock out, the week before when nicholas ran THROUGH the sliding screen door. I'm sure they will raise our rent or something." While I'm on the phone with the rental office-who were really nice about the whole thing, Nicholas got a hold of the CLR. He comes up to me and says "I got lemon juice in my mouth mommy!" Yes, he had sprayed the cleaner in his mouth! I quickly stuck his head in the sink and told him to let the water run in his mouth while I called poison control. Luckily they said to just give him a big drink of milk and he should be fine. So that was my morning. If anyone knows how to get permanent marker off of a fridge, let me know!

Quote of the Day

Today Nicholas came out of nursery with a little book about honesty. Later while eating lunch we were talking about being honest and I asked him if he knew how to be honest he looked at me and shouted "Mommy! I am NOT honest! I am a BOY!

Locked Out!

Nicholas has a strange love/hate relationship with doors. At night, when he is going to bed,he freaks out and has a melt down if you close his bedroom door, actually even if he is in his room for a time out he freaks out if you close his door. On the opposite end, he has an obsession with closing doors. When we go to church, he has to close all of the classroom doors he walks past. Lately we have had a bit of bad luck when it comes to his door closing obsession. You see our apartment door automatically locks when you close it. The other day I was about to take the boys out on a walk, so I strapped both of them into the double stroller, put the keys in the stroller, and then opened the door and stepped outside to hold open the screen door while I pushed the stroller out. As soon as I stepped outside, nicholas kicked the door shut with his foot, locking me outside, and the two of them inside, and sice they were strapped in the stroller, I couldn't just have nicholas open the door. I had to go to my friend's house to call the appartment office, to have someone come open the door. The whole time I waited I could hear them inside screaming at me. I'm just glad it was duuing office hours so I didn't have to pay the after hours lock-out fee of $25. The next morning When the boys woke up they played in thier room for a while, which was nice- I could actually sleep in for a bit. Then they started screaming and wanted out. Sam told them to come out then, and Nicholas said that he couldn't because the door was stuck. He had locked it from the inside. Sam kept trying to tell him to push the button on the door and then open it, but Nicholas kept on saying it was stuck. Finally sam picked the lock, and as it turned out Nicholas had not only locked the door, but he had also pushed Christian's crib in front of it and then climbed into it. He can climb into it, but for some reason he still hasn't figured out how to climb out of it yet. So indeed they were really stuck. Then yesterday morning I walked out onto out patio to grab someting really quick and again Nicholas closed the door and locked me out. The Back door is really hard to open, so when I told nicholas to open it, of course he said he couldn't because it was stuck. Luckily this time after a little coaxing he got it open. I hope he outgrows this phase soon!

Christian walking- for real this time!