This is a little note to remind you of that phase you went through when you insisted on always wearing your underwear backwards (so that you could see the pictures better). At least, I hope it's a phase.
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Hide and Seek and Seek and Seek
After two years of shouting "You're not supposed to find me!" and crying at the end of every game, it's official: Cael has won Hide and Seek.
He hid so well that after upwards of ten minutes searching, both Ryan and I were convinced he had slipped outside the house. We started getting worried and had to run around yelling for him to come out.
When he finally did, he emerged from behind the ironing board... less than two feet from where I'd been folding laundry while Ryan and Finn went hunting.
I'm not sure if this means I fail at parenting or if Cael wins at childhood.
Finn, on the other hand, still has us put him in a hiding spot and make sure he's totally covered. Then, after we count to ten, he waits about three seconds before shouting, "I'M BEHIND THE COUCH! COME FIND ME!"
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He hid so well that after upwards of ten minutes searching, both Ryan and I were convinced he had slipped outside the house. We started getting worried and had to run around yelling for him to come out.
When he finally did, he emerged from behind the ironing board... less than two feet from where I'd been folding laundry while Ryan and Finn went hunting.
I'm not sure if this means I fail at parenting or if Cael wins at childhood.
Finn, on the other hand, still has us put him in a hiding spot and make sure he's totally covered. Then, after we count to ten, he waits about three seconds before shouting, "I'M BEHIND THE COUCH! COME FIND ME!"
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A Christmas Miracle
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We swung by the family restroom at Woodburn Outlets shortly after we arrived because of the unspoken rule that two-year-olds only have to go potty when it's least convenient. (Like when he's just gotten buckled in his car seat, when you're in the grocery store with a full cart, or when he was supposed to be asleep ten minutes ago).
Turned out well for us, though, because who should we see waiting when we swung open the door? I guess good ol' St. Nick doesn't want to stand at a urinal, 'cause he held out for the luxury suite. He was kind enough to chat up the boys as we stood in the doorway, blocking him from his imminent relief.
"Okay, guys. Let's let Santa pee. We've got coats to buy."
