We're pretty boring.
You have been warned.
*Leo is afraid of everything.
I kid you not, if he get's put on his bed he won't come out of his bedroom unless I go in and get him. Even if I'm in the room right next to his. I literally have to be in his line of sight or he's too scared to move. The other day I went up the stairs too fast. He stopped at the landing (half way up) and just cried until I leaned over the banister and made him come the rest of the way up.
Any how, he's decided that having stuff in his bed keeps him safe at night.
Notice how he's way over on the side of his bed?
That's because the rest of his bed is filled with random junk.
Including, on this particular night:
a paper airplane,
a plastic pig,
a Zoobie with the blanket taken out,
and three little cars.
Also, the Zoobie blanket had to be on top of his pirate blanket.
Even with all of these precautions he still ends up in my bed every single night.
He's so good at getting in there that it doesn't even wake me up any more.
*Jay Alvin can roll his tongue on demand.
Here he is, stubbornly refusing to do it for the camera.
Then he did it, but I missed it.
And, here it is.
*We got a toilet seat with a built-in kid seat.
This was extra exciting to me for two reasons.
1. I was so done with the little potty that had to be dumped and cleaned ten times a day.
2. We bought a potty seat that just sits on the regular toilet seat and it was too small.
We made it work, but the bathroom was getting really gross because of it.
*I found a used diaper in the washing machine yesterday.
And yes, it was full of clothes at the time.
And yes, I had just run it.
And, yes, the diaper had exploded and strewn used diaper filling all over everything.
Sorry I didn't get a picture.