Kids are smart!!

It always seems like right around the time that I am feeding Owen, Preston disappears. What is he doing you may ask?? Whatever he's not supposed to do!! This morning he came into the nursery where I was feeding Owen to show off his new "makeup." He had a great time with my mascara!! For some reason though, he thinks mascara also goes in your ears!! Not sure where he learned that. Here's the pictures I couldn't resist taking. Go ahead...laugh at my expense. I was laughing too. :)

Not too bad right?? Let me show you the side view.

He wasn't upset but he thought he needed to be dramatic for the photo!

Clean up on this one is going to be fun. Anybody want to come over and help? I might have to use Wes' pressure washer.

Oh Preston......

This is just another reason why God gave Preston parents. If not, he would treat himself to pretzels for breakfast everyday! Notice he is hiding behind the chair because he knows he is being naughty. Right now he's downstairs chanting "No, Mommy, no!!" It's so easy to be the mean mommy!

Time Out Austin!

In preparation for the birth of our next little boy, we thought it would be a good idea to get Preston a baby doll that he can take care of as I take care of Baby Cook. (Ok, it was all my idea, but hey, he's going to be an androgynous male when he grows up.) When I was in Memphis, I found this cabbage patch from when I was little and I thought it would be perfect! I know, I know, the doll is wearing pink but that's only because I haven't had a chance to get any boy clothes for him. His name is Baby Austin, named after Preston's favorite Backyardigans character.

Well, today Preston was put in time out for jumping up and down on me and screaming while I was talking on the phone....yeah I know, he's a hooligan. Anyway, after he got out of time-out, he headed straight for poor baby Austin and said "Time Out!" and put him on the couch with the timer that we use for Preston's time-outs and proceeded to set it and leave. I felt bad for little Austin, but he just kept smiling it and it never seem to get to him!

Mission Accomplished- Sort Of......

Isn't it amazing how one kid can have so many naughty looking pictures?? Hmmmm.......

Hey there. Sorry it's been so long since I've put a real post up here! We have been busy this week working with Preston on sleeping in his own bed. With Wessy Jr. coming soon, we thought now was a good time to transition him out of the crib. It's been funny....to say the least.

Day One- Perfect Angel....he didn't get out of his bed or even move around for that matter. He did have a cold so that probably had something to do with it. Slept in there for nap and nighttime.

Day Two- Perfect again! I was feeling good. What a nice little boy we have. Slept in there for nap and nighttime. During the night though, he fell out of the bed...oops. He cried for awhile and was not a happy camper.

Day Three- He was feeling back to his fiesty self, so I was prepared for the worst. Good thing too. I told him if he gets out of his bed for anything...he will be punished. No if's and's or but's about it. Well, about 5 minutes into the nap, I hear the door close. Then I go into the bedroom and he has started peeling off his surfing border that is above his bed!! Not just a little bit. About a foot of the border....gone. So I go in there and he gets punished. He finally settles down and goes to sleep. I cry about the border....just kidding.

Here's the damage....

Day Four- Terrible. He gets out of his bed 3 times during naptime and doesn't seem to care. He ends up in his crib and falls asleep within 5 minutes. Is it really a bad thing if a 13 year old still sleeps in his crib??

Day Five- Funny stuff. Wes is home since it's Saturday and he's in charge. For P's naptime, he closes the door. I warned Wes that he was asking for trouble.........well, trouble came. Wes hears Preston yelling around in there and he looks in the room and P's not in there. He's not in his bed and he's not in the room. Then he sees the wood blinds in his room move and figures out that Preston is standing in the window, yelling at cars that go past! He loves yelling "Cycle, Cycle for motorcycles." Anyways, he gets in trouble, but goes to sleep pretty quick. Wes and I had a good laugh about what our neighbors must be saying about us.

Day Six- Good to go....no escapes from bed and he seems to be enjoying himself. We've survived this long, so I think he's in the big boy bed now to stay!

The good thing about all this is that he doesn't get out of the bed in the morning until we come and get him. We were worried that he would be roaming the house, but not so far. So, there is a silver lining!!

When your kid just doesn't behave....

We all have them. Stories of when our kids completely embarass us. Well, today was the day for Wes and I! I had Mom's group this morning and I knew I had Wes' work Fall Festival from 3-5. So, getting Preston to take a nap was not going to happen. There just wasn't enough time for him to lay down and fall asleep before it was time for us to go.

So, on the way to the festival, I'm talking to Lindsay my sister on the phone and Preston is just yelling for fun in the background. Not mad, just to annoy me. Clue number one that I should have turned the car around.

We get to the Festival and it appears that our young boy has morphed into a rocket. He started running everywhere, and I mean everywhere. He was dressed up in his ninja outfit, so I don't know if that had anything to do with it. He couldn't get enough of anything. He jumped into the bounce house and even though we were nervous since he had never been in one before, he acted like he owned the place.

Then from there he ran in the big tent and, like a whirlwind, made his way to the cookies, the cupcakes and then started stealing candy from the tables. Then he starts hula-hooping and dancing. I just couldn't stop thinking that surely he will calm down....but he just kept going! He whirred by Uncle Mike and made his way back outside to the petting zoo and the ponies. Then we took him on a hayride. He decided halfway through that he didn't want to be on the hayride so he started trying to get off. Wes had to physically restrain him, while Preston was screaming at the top of his lungs. Lovely.

As he was whirling around all the different places, people just kept commenting, "boy, he has a lot of energy." Now. I don't have stupid tatooed on my forhead. I know what this means......shouldn't you medicate your son or something?? Can't you control him?? So, in punishment for his actions, we decided it was time to leave. You can imagine how well that went over. But once he calmed down, he fell asleep and is still sleeping right now!

I tell you this story only to encourage all of you parents whose kids have swallowed the crazy pill!! This too shall pass. They said the Twos were going to be terrible.....and now I truly believe them.