Just Roll with It

Blake and I were on a date the other night, which included shopping for a birthday present for his "brodder", and ice cream. So thrilled to find out the Coldstone carries Raspberry Sorbet. Mix that in with a little bit of your 4 year old's white ice cream (cheesecake), watch out for the rock hard gummy bears, and you have a life changing combo. Blake was asked by a woman how old he was.

"I am four and my wittle brodder is 2. When he has his birthday, my daddy is going to put Parker's bed on top of my bed, and we are going to have Bunko Beds."

Me and My Mourning

So yesterday Dave decided that we should take down Parker's crib. I have been very, apprehensive about this. Parker is a little bit of a wild guy at times, but Dave assured me that it would be no problem. Right.

Down went the crib, while I sulked in the corner. Trust me, I am so done having children. Like, so so so so so done having children. We started off with the crib mattress on the floor. I have obviously been proven wrong, because one nap and one nighttime later, the kid is flawless.

This afternoon, I have retucked Parker three times. I have cleaned up books, blocks, stuffed guys, baskets and blankets once. I have walked him back to his bed after he kept trying to open the door and escape. I have pulled my child twice out from underneath his nightstand.

My mom offered to take Parker for the next two nights while we paint his room.

Sold.

Peeky Turns 2

It's official. I am now the proud owner of two toddlers.