Where did my pants go?

What Stuart said to me when I went to get him up this morning. "Where did my pants go? Why did you take my pants?" He was wearing shorts. The poor kid just can't get the hang of shorts and short sleeves. Fortunately (or not) it was 90 today so he'll be getting a lot more practice wearing his summer clothes.

We officially have ourselves.....

a bike rider (a tricycle rider to be more specific). After many hours of practice Stuart has finally taken off, he can peddle all the way down the street by himself, while steering (i.e. not running into a tree or a neighbors yard), and he can even get over the bumps in the sidewalk. The unintended consquence is that now we need to run to keep up:)

And he also has a "pony". In the bathtub the other day I was doing funny things with his hair and gave him a pony tail using bubbles, well he decided he wanted to keep it in, he even asked if he could sleep in it. Days later he is still telling everyone he has a pony and that mama put it in.

The mystery of the dinosaur

Stuart woke up quite early this am, crying. So I went to get him and he was up and ready to go. When we asked him why he woke up so early he said his dinosaur fell on his head. He sleeps with a medium size dinosaur so it's certainly possible, but we will never know for sure.....

I turned them off

One way we get Stuart to listen - or at least stop what he's doing and pay attention to what we're telling him - is to tell him to turn his listening ears on. And he literally acts like he's turning them on, and of course we make a big deal out of it and he's doing a great job being a good listener, etc. etc. Well the other day I told him to turn his listening ears on, and he did. Then he looks at me, smiles, and says "I'm turning them off now." It took all I had not to laugh and thereby guarantee he would do it again. What a wonderfully sassy little two year old he is - sometimes we wonder if he's just too smart for his own good.

Another example - after eating dinner, I usually say go right into the bathroom to wash your hands and face, don't touch anything. Well the other day he was running his hand along the couch, and I reminded him not to touch anything, he explained that he was just touching it with his knuckles not his hand. I then explained that after eating dinner, your whole hands are dirty, including your knuckles. So now after dinner on our way to the bathroom to clean up, he says, "my knuckles are dirty too, why?"

The trajedy of hair twirling

I was awoken yesterday morning around 6am by a crying toddler. I rushed into his room to see what was wrong and he was sitting in his bed with his finger in his hair. When I asked him what was wrong, through the tears he explained, "my finger got stuck in my hair". Yes he had done so much twirling of his curly locks that his finger was stuck - very stuck. After some maneuvering I was able to release it without cutting any hair (I have resorted to cutting out the knots before). He was fine after that, but not interested in going back to sleep, oh well.