One Big Ear, One Little Ear

To know my son, is to love my son. He's all boy. I mean, all boy. Tuesday afternoon when I picked him up at school, he was in trouble. I could tell by the look on his face that he was in trouble. Little Man had climbed on top of the play kitchen in order to mess with the TV.
Wednesday afternoon I got a call from the director. She wanted to know if P had hurt his ear at home. No, he hadn't. Well he apparently did a darn good job hurting it at school. He was running after his "girlfriend" when he tripped and fell. His ear hit the side of the table. We are really lucky it wasn't his head because his ear is black and blue and swollen. It looks much better today, but he still resembles someone from the circus freak show.
At least we didn't wind up at the hospital this time.

Cuteness, cuteness, and more cuteness

We had a great Christmas. The kids were so much fun this year. P really got into it and was so excited. He loves Slanta Cause (Santa Clause). His preschool teacher taught him the song, "Where Is Santa Claus?" Philip's version was,
Where is Slanta Cause, Where is Slanta Cause,
Here I am, Here I am,
Meanie, Meanie Tismas, Meanie, Meanie Tismas, (Merry, Merry Christmas)
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho.

He also sings a rousing version of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town."

G had a good time too. She got lots of horse stuff which excited her to no end. She insisted that she would not be able to go to sleep on Christmas Eve and we assured her that Santa would not come until she feel asleep. We put her and P in bed at their usual times and went downstairs. I went up to check on them 30 minutes later, and she was out like a light.

Here are a couple of Philip stories:
We are in potty training. We offer him two M&M's each time he pees in the potty. The other day he wanted to try so off to the bathroom we went. He sat and sat. He finally said, "Mr. Willy's not working." Apparently not.

He counts like the Count Von Count. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, HA HA HA