For some reason, I have been so much more stressed over preparing for Christmas this year than ever before. I am not quite sure why. I think it's probably a combination of things, but whatever. I am working through it. Some of my coping mechanisms have been listening to Christmas carols non-stop (and thus annoying the heck out of my husband) and completely slacking when it comes to this blog!! I am sure the masses that hang on my every written word have barely been able to get through their days without their
We made Christmas cookies the other day for our firemen around the corner. We used this new recipe for soft and fluffy sugar cookies and they were amazing. My extra wide bum can back me up on that statement.
Luke ate 3 of them before they had even cooled enough to ice and decorate. Once I iced them, I let him decorate them with sprinkles. He referred to them as sparkles instead of sprinkles, and whenever he says words that start with "sm" or "sp", they come out with the "f" sound on the front instead. So he was in charge of putting on the "farkles". I may have coaxed him into saying that word 100 times that day...
Once the cookies were all decorated, we took them to the firemen and they let Luke play in the fire truck for a while. His favorite part was getting to wear the "talker phones" to listen and talk to fireman Dan (whom he calls "Fireman Dance").
Wearing women's high heeled boots and clomping around the house saying, "Howdy, folks! I'm a cowboy!" has been a favorite activity as of late.
We've spent quite a bit of time looking for Elfie too.
That guy comes up with the silliest places to hide.
Another favorite activity has been playing with his "tiv-a-tee" set that Flipper gave him last Christmas. So far he has called the sheepdog a skunk, said that the wisemen took baby Jesus a treasure chest and a Coke, claimed the angel looks like a helicopter, and set up his train tracks around the whole thing so that he could give everyone a ride to "Mary's house".
When he gets bored he likes to reenact scenes from movies.
If you've ever seen Cars, then you know about tractor tipping.
Possibly the most exciting thing we've been doing around here is going peepee and poopie in the potty!!! It all started when Luke was taking a bath and started going #2. Phil yanked him out and put him on the potty, while he scrambled to clean up the mess. Luke kept saying, "I went poopie, Daddy!", and Phil just thought Luke was narrating the unfolding scene. When Phil got things under control and turned his attention back to Luke, he saw that Luke did indeed go poopie in the potty and then watched in amazement as the Stinker finished everything off with a healthy dose of peepee in the potty too. We were ecstatic because it helped to extinguish Luke's fear of going potty, and he has been on a roll ever since. We aren't pushing him into potty training hardcore yet, but he is going in the potty a time or two every day...and of course his motivation is based solely on CHOCOLATE. Here he is making a monocle out of his mini Reese's cup. After all... there's no wrong way to eat a Reese's.
And the rest of the time, we have just been busy being cool dudes. It's a full time job.
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