Daddy is so cool

There are lots of differences between Mommy and Daddy and the boys know this. They also know that Daddy is a lot more fun and interactive and more of a play thing than Mommy is. But only Daddy could make wearing his shorts around on your head an awesome game that takes up half an hour. 

Mommy must be really boring in comparison if she can't make shorts seem as much fun as Daddy can... 

Potty Training Round 2?

In January I decided that I wanted to have Tristan potty trained before Warren comes along so we took a few days and tried to work with him. I have decided that it isn't going to happen quite yet even if I want it to happen. He doesn't show enough interest in going in the potty and if we do sit him on the potty, it totally throws off his poopin' groove and so then we wind up having 2 poopy diapers instead of 1 but they are an hour or two apart... I can live with the idea that we will continue diapering him but he WILL be trained by the time he is 2 since he has some massive thighs that put him in the largest diaper size before you have to move to pull-ups (a rip-off). It is just so interesting the difference between Dallin and Tristan though. Dallin has a very small petite patootie where as Tristan fills out Dallin's undies in a way that Dallin probably won't be able to achieve until he is at least 5 years old.  But Tristan does look pretty stinkin' cute in them. 

Computing

One of the boys favorite past times is to steal my lap top. After having half the keys taken off at one point I am usually pretty good about closing it and putting it off to the side of the couch. Tristan is especially dangerous to lap tops these days. Dallin just wants to look up pictures of trains but Tristan likes to "compute"  as Chris calls it. 

In this instance I believe I had to go help Dallin on the potty and Tristan was left playing with his toys in the living room. I had put the lap top on the back of the couch, leaving it open, thinking I would be back in just a moment. When I came back Tristan had grabbed it and was sitting there quietly saying a word over and over again. I couldn't understand what it was but I think he was trying to tell me he was computing. 

Wild and Crazy?

So Chris and I have been discussing our parenting lately. Mostly in regards to the fact that our children don't sit still (really only a problem in Sacrament meeting so far) and sometimes they get into situations that cause pain and suffering. Pain to themselves and suffering for the parents. 

This happened to be one of those instances. Dallin climbed over the arm of the couch and started running on the couch and dove nose first into the opposite arm. Needless to say there was lots of crying. And blood... We couldn't tell if his nose was broken or if it was just bloody because he was in tears and bleeding and wouldn't let us near his owie. He did calm down a bit after he asked for a band-aid for his nose. I wish we had gotten a picture of the swelling... 

We are pretty sure that his nose isn't broken, just a tad sore and I think he might have torn some of the skin. If I just take his shirt off over his head without care and consideration he cries and reminds us that he needs a band-aid... 

All in all I don't feel like we are bad parents but I do feel at times like these that maybe we do let them run a little... wild...