A Window into Cade's Soul

I am on an organizing rampage and since he is sleeping, I thought I would organize the eldest child's shelves in playroom, which he is EXTREMELY possessive of. Contents of said shelf include: 2 alarm clocks, 6 old cell phones and chargers, a roll up drum set, a globe, his camera, his dice collection, a plug-in flashlight, an electronic coin jar, a 3-drawer box of tapes from the 80's, 2 CD wallets filled with CD's, a card shuffler, a headset, his wallet filled with fake credit cards, a toy laptop, a Lightning McQueen CD player, a tape player with a microphone to sing along, a Halloween tree that plays "The Adams Family", and his latest prized Christmas acquisition: a record player and some of my dad's old records from the 70's. Strange, strange child, that one.

No Rest for the Weary

Today is MLK Day. Historically, neither Aaron nor I have had this day off from work, so we were pretty pumped about the extra three-day weekend this year and looking forward to some relaxation. Fortunately, we have our kids to keep us on task.

Coming downstairs this morning to find Aaron flopped on the couch relaxing with a cup of coffee, Cade barked, "DAD! Stop laying down on the job!"

Cade Does Laundry

Earlier today we came upstairs to hear Cade crying hysterically. Why? Well, he climbed into the laundry hamper. Unfortunately, Drew then proceeded to tip it over and run away. It landed with the opening flat against the nightstand, trapping Cade in the hamper. Stellar parents that we are, we started cracking up so bad when we saw him that neither one of us bothered to help him. The visual picture was so priceless that as he was screaming, I shouted to Aaron, "Wait! Let me take a picture first - this is totally blog-worthy!" And the story really is much, much funnier with the visual. But in the end it seemed as though we should free him sooner rather than later, so I missed the photo-op.

I'm hoping that this will teach him a lesson and prevent him from continuing his habit of climbing into empty giant Rubbermaid storage containers. On the inside covers of said containers, there is a picture of a child climbing into them with a giant "NO" circle across the child. This is to prevent suffocation. Other children might be deterred by this, but my children simply use it as a idea springboard for this and other equally ridiculous and dangerous activities.

On the bright side, at least the laundry hamper had air holes.

Overheard

at naptime today:


Me: Time for nap, guys - it's 1:00.

Cade (with his Thomas the Train backpack slung over his shoulder): Mom - I'm leaving for Baby Jesus's house - I'm going to Bethlehem.

Me: You can go to Bethlehem after nap.

Cade: I can't - the angels told me to be there at 1.


Hmm. Bummer. Looks like no naps today, but I guess having a prophet in the family could come in handy someday.

A Fashion Mind of His Own

Cade has always been a super-snazzy dresser. God forbid a collared shirt with buttons or a pair of dress pants should come within 10 feet of him. Like his father, he is most at home in something like a SouthPark t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants with the Lucky Charms leprechaun on them.

Today, as I slipped a Gap sweatshirt on over his head, he read the word and said, "MOM! Stop putting these Gap shirts on me! They're so Gappy!"

Do they sell shirts that say "Goodwill" across the front?