Last night, Tim and I had a revelation about why Beniah had been waking me up to sit with him in the bathroom while he went potty. It all started with me telling Beniah that I wasn't going to get up anymore to help him since he knows how to go potty all by himself. Beniah burst into tears until we were finally able to find out that he is scared of the bathroom. I don't blame the kid at all. First he has to walk down a long, dark hallway, past his parents bed, into the bathroom where the light switch is located on the opposite side of the room, and the toilet flushes at random times (ugh! I still need to talk to my landlord/father in law about that one).
So, we put up a nightlight for Beniah.
As I was basking in the glow of the soft light and admiring my work of an extension cord wrapped around the vanity just so we can plug the night light in, I realized that Woody looks a little creepy with glowing eyes and a cheesy smile.
This morning (after a night of uninterrupted rest), I asked Beniah what he thought about the night light, he said, "I love Woody! Thank you Mama!"
Really? This face doesn't creep you out?
Oh well. At least my boy is happy and I got a full night's rest.
August 22, 2012
During the month of July, my dad traveled back to his home state of Pennsylvania to visit his family and to drag them kicking and screaming through old graveyards for his genealogical interests. I'm a little jealous that he got to see my extended family, whom I haven't seen in three years, and got to walk through old cemeteries. I have a slightly dark fascination (we'll call it grey) with old cemeteries. Then again, maybe I am just a nosy busybody who likes to figure out how the deceased tragically died.
During his trip, my dad conquered his lack of technological skills and set up Skype on his laptop so that my grandparents could see my boys, talk to them, and watch one of them melt down in fits of rage because I told one of them that he couldn't hit the computer or tv screen.
They loved seeing their Great Grandsons.
I loved seeing my Grandparents and Aunt.
The boys loved watching their faces on the little picture in the corner of the screen.
Fun was had by all!
Trying to find Great Grandpa and Great Grandma through the glare.
Grandpa fixing the problem. If you notice the scowl on the cute little face in the corner, you can tell who was throwing the fit!
My Grandparents and Aunt Nance. Why yes, that is a picture of an anime character holding a gun to the camera. It's Tim's computer. Don't ask.
August 21, 2012
A couple of months ago, whenever we got Elijah near a swing, he would burst into tears and try to get away from the abomination called swings. I don't know what happened, but for the past couple of weeks, Elijah has overcome his fear of swings and now greatly enjoys them.
Now, tears only come when I say, "Time to get down!"