Sunday, April 18, 2010

Proving Mom Wrong

Who knows what great lengths my children will go (in the future) to prove me wrong.  It's a family trait. 

(And, no, we're not proud of it.)

As I was sorting baby onesies, I showed Seth a onesie that I loved for him to wear when he was a baby. 

He put the onesie up to himself and said "it still fits!"

I laughed and told him no...he is too big.  He wore that as a wouldn't fit him now. 

So, to prove my point (see, he comes by it honestly!), I told him to stick his arm in the arm hole of the onesie. 

He did it! 

I laughed it off and said that I didn't think his head would fit through the neck hole. 

He did that too!

So I told him he could just try it on...

Creative Coloring

I am so happy (and relieved) that Seth has started to enjoy coloring and drawing.  I have given him opportunities to color, but until lately, he's not been interested.  I didn't push it because I didn't want him to hate it.  Turns out, my patience payed off! 

Unfortunatley, I hadn't taught him all the 'rules' that go along with coloring. 

I mean, why wouldn't he color on the furniture in the pediatrician's new office?  Why wouldn't he color on the red wagon?  Why wouldn't he color on his table?

Why wouldn't he color on his face....  with a red sharpie?!

Oh yeah, and he colored his finger nails.  Seriously do not know where he got that from...I never have my finger nails painted!

Such a cute kid.  But what a stinker!