Sticks

John and the beanstalks. We put this trellis up on Saturday and already the plants are using it. If you look closely (click the collage to make it bigger), you'll see that one of them has climbed higher than John is tall.

We went through the acorn phase. Now we are in the stick phase. When we go for walks, John likes to pick up sticks (twigs, really). These two we found yesterday on our walk. He wanted them inside, but I convinced him they would be better on the back porch. He was excited to see them again when I pointed them out after dinner tonight.

He found the ground soft enough that he could stick them in an old ant mound. I'm pretty sure that one of these days a not-so-old ant mound will get poked and John will discover why we've been warning him to stay away from the ant piles. He can recognize them. But more than once on our walk yesterday we happened across a pile that had been built in the sidewalk crack. He took great steps to be sure and walk on the mound. Some things he'll just have to learn for himself. No amount of warnings from Momma are going to do the job.

-EBP-

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This boy...

This little boy is about to drive his parents to the loony bin! It seems that the closer to bedtime we get, the wilder and crazier he gets. He won't listen because he's too busy bouncing off the walls. We decided not to give him his Zyrtec tonight in hopes that it might be the culprit. But, alas, no difference from last night, really. He did quiet much sooner tonight and we did not have to go back in at all. Calgon, take me away!

-EBP-

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Jumping on the bed

It was just me and John this morning getting ready for church. Daddy had to go to work again. We were all dressed and ready to go. But we had some time to kill before we needed to leave. There really isn't a point in leaving early because we won't find a parking space. I'm not sure what I was doing, but I heard John call from my bedroom, "Come see, Mommy!" This is what I found. He was on the bed. And I didn't help him get there. I didn't know he could get up there by himself. But he did. And now we'll have to be extra careful that he doesn't go jumping around on it when we aren't there to watch him.

I'm not sure what's worse: John having a total meltdown at bedtime or totally bouncing off the walls so bad he won't listen. Both are equally frustrating, but I think I'd rather deal with the meltdown. The last several nights have been such that John is just absolutely wired at bedtime. We've had to go in 2-3 times every night to tell him to calm down because he's jumping around in his bed. And don't even expect to find him in the pajama bottoms you've just put on him. After he's expelled everything else from his bed, the pants are the next to go. I didn't even bother putting them back on tonight nor did Daddy last night. And when we woke this morning, I heard two things over the monitor. "Open the door, please" and "Put my pants back on." Never a dull moment here.

-EBP-

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