Mr. Fix-It

Earlier this morning Shad came to me with a very morose face and... a set of channel locks in each hand. "I really want to take the sink apart and Daddy won't let me." Daddy is SOOOO unreasonable.

Too Smart...

For Mom's Good.

Santa brought Shad some big boy underwear for Christmas. And so Shad was potty trained. On a side note: really, who said boys are harder to train than girls? They were nuts. Anyway back to my story. Due to sickness this is the first week Shad's gone to church in big boy underwear. Having gone straight from diapers to briefs I was a bit concerned. So before church we talked a bit about making sure to let Mom or Dad know if he needed to go potty. What we didn't discuss was him using potty as an excuse to leave anytime he got bored. That would be twice during sacrament meeting and once during primary. He knows that I'm jumpy since this is so new and he totally used that in his favor. I guess he has to press his advantage while he can.

Bad Mommy

Shad has been a bear this week. Mean and grouchy. Pushing and shoving. Yelling and screaming and crying. I threatened to put him up on Ebay a time or two. I assumed it was one of two things. Either 1) a stage (please oh please tell me he'll grow out of it) or 2) he's had a cough forever and needed to go to the doc to get an inhaler. Once we have the inhaler he'll stop coughing all night and SLEEP!

So late Friday afternoon I finally take him in to the ped's office. Sure enough asthma, big shocker.... and Strep Throat. I'm guessing since Monday since that's when he turned into a bear. Oops. Bad mommy!

You Don't Say?

Anson came running in here a minute ago way excited. "Mom! Mom! I can fly! I just flew!!
"Really. How'd you do that?"
"I jumped of my bed and I flew until I stopped!!"