Dominic deciding he didn't want to eat the applesauce which he loves. Instead it is all over in his hair. Did I mention he HATES having his head washed? To the point of screaming and crying and climbing out of the tub when we wash it. Needless to say, I made his day too.
I was called to the living room. Upon entering the doorway I found Dominic with his diaper in hand (both wet and poopy) and a smile on his face and a bare bum. Thankfully the mess was contained to the diaper.
One of our visits to the Fire Department my boys were playing by the door. Jordan decided to push the heavy door open and then just let it shut. Thankfully Mike was standing right there because it shut on Dominic's fingers. He was able to get Dominic's fingers out so he wasn't hurt too bad. Poor Jordan felt so bad he just broke into tears.
Still working on Potty Training. Jordan does really well, when he wants too. One morning I found him with pull-up in hand and a puddle just outside the bathroom. Evidently he didn't make it to the bathroom in time.
Dominic has discovered he can extend his reach with the bathroom stool. The problem is what he does with the new found height. I was taking food to my van so we could deliver it to the church for a service project (we were taking food to feed the homeless). One of the times I was going back in (I did have my keys with me), found the storm door locked and Dominic standing on the stool looking at me laughing. He did unlock it so I didn't have to another door or get Constance to unlock the door. I definitely make sure I have my keys any time I go outside (no matter how quick I plan on being).
Dominic is very particular about what he wears. He only likes jeans. I have tried to put other pants on him and he starts kicking and screaming. Of course, his dress of choice is a t-shirt, diaper and shoes (doesn't matter if it's boots, snow boots or tennis shoes). That is really fun when he tried to go outside and it was really cold. Of course, He was following his big brother who was dressed exactly the same at the time. Now we are having issues with him not wanting to wear shorts. I love the morning fights with clothes.
Dominic really loves to help. I had a pile of clean clothes on my bed, Dominic decided he would help and took an armful and he ran all the way to the laundry room and put them in with the dirty clothes.
When I have asked the boys take their toys out of the kitchen, so I wasn't stepping on them every time I turned around, they did. I found them sitting just inside the doorway of the laundry room, so you couldn't even walk around them.
With Mike's work schedule I get to take the kids to church by myself every once in a while. When my parents tell me they will come and go with me I am thrilled for the help. The funny thing is my boys end up having "turf wars" over me and my lap. I figure they will want grandma and grandpa. Nope. Let the battle begin.
It took one time of Jordan on his big boy bike for us to decide we needed to get him a helmet ASAP. We were outside enjoying the beautiful weather and had got the bikes out. Jordan got on his bike and flew down the sidewalk. For his own safety and my sanity we bought him a helmet. He had the biggest smile on his face. Of course, the fun came in with sharing the sidewalk and taking turns.
This really caught me off guard.
I had taken the boys to exercise. Mike was at work at the Fire Department. In the middle of my class the Fire Alarm went off. When saw some firemen walk in to reset the alarm, I figured my boys would be going nuts because they would see the firetruck and want to see their daddy. I was half right. In walks one of the nursery workers and she tells me that Jordan is freaking out and they can't get him to calm down. I leave class and find Jordan crying and telling me he wants to get Nic and go home there's a fire. I tried to calm him down and tried to reassure him that everything was ok. As soon as we were outside he was ok. He used to be so excited to go out and sit in the fire truck ... not so much anymore. Definitely not if the lights are on.
One Sunday we picked him up from his class and he was in tears. We finally realized he had heard the bell and thought it was the fire alarm. He seems to be fine after we explained what it was.
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