I....just.....can't....stop!

We've pretty much stopped napping Colby. If he naps, he's moderately more likable between the hours of 4 and 7pm, but then he won't go to sleep. He will remain awake in his bed, sometimes until after Steve and I have gone to sleep. It's not fun, so instead we keep him up and endure him between the hours of 4 and 7pm. Sometimes, though, we win some kind of parental booby prize where he shines during that time - perhaps out of utter exhaustion.

One evening after dinner he was so tired that when I touched him with my cold hands while helping him get his jammies on, he burst into laughter and giggled heartily for quite some time. Soon all I had to do was look at him with wide eyes and he would burst into hysterical laughter. If I simultaneously puffed out my cheeks, he was lost in peels of uncontrollable laughter until he couldn't breathe. I had settled him into bed and walked across the room to tuck Kailin in. I was doing her bed bugs when I noticed that he was sitting up, laughing uncontrollable again. I went back over and asked him what he was laughing at. He said Bubbee's bed bugs were funny. I told him that he needed to start settling down and he said, "I twying, Mommy. I.....*giggle, giggle, giggle*....... just......*giggle, giggle, giggle*...... can't.......*giggle, giggle, giggle*......stop!!" and truly he could not. Finally he did and I vowed to remember those moments the next time he was being....three and unbearable. It happened the very next day. And such is life with a three year old boy!

Jesus take the wheel....

I overheard the following conversation the other day while the kids were playing Little People in the living room.

K: "You have that one. And this guy is Jesus. And this is Jesus' truck."
C: "Oh, okay." (that boy will almost always accept anything his sister says and the absolute de facto truth!)
They went on playing for a few minutes when I then heard Kailin scream, "Colby!!! WHAT did you do to Jesus?!" I never did learn what sad fate had befallen the Lord, but I trust that it wasn't a nice one! When I relayed this story to a friend of mine she asked if Jesus was a Ford man or.... I guess I never went in the living room to see which truck was His, so it'll have to stay a mystery.

Later that very same day as I was finishing up our supper, Kailin was puttering around helping me by setting the table. She said, "I'm a puff-head, I'm a puff-head...." over and over. Then she asked, "Mom, do you know what I am?" I postulated, "a puff-head?" "Nope, I'm a pothead!" "Uh....let's not say that one again, okay?" Lovely. My five year old aspires to be a pothead. I suppose that, on the bright side, we know it's something she can achieve. Ha ha.