The Writing on the Wall

Nap time for the past two days has been rough non-existent.

Yet sweet {sneaky} boy has to stay in his room whether he naps or not.

Yesterday when I went to get him {after the second "bing-bong" on the clock},

he met me at the door and said, "Look, mom-mom, a picture for you."

He had found a piece of sidewalk chalk and drew on his sheets, the arm of his rocker,

and on the wall by the door {artwork on the right :: below}.

 

"I drew you, mom-mom!"

He was so proud. 

I was so mad. And so proud.

Obviously drawing on the wall is a no-no,

but it was his first unassisted person picture!

And I thought it was so cute! 

I even have eyes.

And arms and legs coming out of my head!

I love it.

He attempted to erase it with his hand,

but I told him to keep it there so Daddy could see.

{Not to punish him, but to share in my pride!}

After talking about rest time rules and forbidding future wall art, 

I asked him to draw me another picture that I could keep

{artwork on left :: above}.

This time, I got a head, and a baby in my belly!

Probably my favorite work of art.  Ever!

...And since the crazy boy just went to sleep at 3:45

after many threats, favorite toy removal, and tears, 

I just took the battery out of the clock on the wall

to avoid the impending "bing-bong" 

that usually signals the end of naptime.

I mean... naps are sacred to 3 year olds & 30 year olds.

Alekzander's Secret

 

Black & White as Snow

A Walk in the "Wood"

Thunder Snow Fun

Our sweet southern boy {and his mama} 

was giddy over the falling snow that followed a few huge claps of thunder.

Our evening church plans got put on hold because God made snow ...

so we played in it {not knowing how long it would last}.

The huge, wet flakes were magical.

And somehow our crazy boy knew every snow 'game' in the book.

Sliding on the snow tube.

Eating handfuls of pure snow.

Rubbing snow in mommy's face.

Tackling in the snow.

Throwing snowballs.

And giggling excitedly while catching snowflakes

on our noses and eyelashes.

Love and Dirt

Valentine's Day 2013 ::

wouldn't be complete without a lollipop at 9 a.m. 

and the expression of one's love of dirt!

Love this guy so much.

Even on the toughest of days,

he melts my heart.

Sound Bites

After he was sent to timeout for pulling the blankets off the bed for the second time,
I asked Alekzander to be a bulldozer and help pull the blankets the rest of the way onto the bed. He said, "No, Mama - I have to be a steamroller."
{Of course.  It was obviously the bulldozer that pushed them off in the first place.}

While watching church online Sunday morning:
Alekzander:  Who that girl with the boo-tiful hair?  
{He was asking about one of the girls on the worship team ... 
who does, in fact, have beautiful hair.}
Andrew:  Does she have dark hair like Mama, or light hair like you?
Alekzander:  Yellow hair.

Up close in my face about 10 minutes later while watching/listening to the student pastor preach:  Why that guy talk about sports {at church}?

During our special Superbowl Sunday Skype call from China {with no video at first}
Mommy:  Do you hear who that is?  It's Caitlin in China!! Do you know who is with her?
{Hoping to hear him say "Olivia!"}
Alekzander:  Yeah, Bwad. {as in duh, they belong together}

3 year old Superbowl Predictions:  Purple team will win.  And red one.  Bof.  Then red team.
{How I wished for a red team win!}

Directed me to "Say goodnight and check on me, Mama" before going to bed myself.
{Of course, buddy.  Always!}

First words out of his mouth on Wednesday morning {very emphatically}:
And I said to myself as I be done sleeping and be very good and not get out of my bed, maybe I can watch a Disney Jr. show - McStuffins!!

An accidental, crazy Mommy soundbite later that same morning, "I sometimes think artificial sweetener negatively effects me {headache} more than cocaine does."  Completely meant caffeine... and clearly I needed some.

 

Up Close & Hands On

 

 Personal space is a foreign term for this guy.

  It's all up close...

...and hands on.

All the time.

xoxo