Hoarding

Kate has been hoarding things lately (her own toys as well as other household items she can sneak off with). Yesterday, I couldn't find my right tennis shoe anywhere. These days, if you can't find something, you should always check with Kate. When I called her name, I heard her slam her bedroom door shut. That is always an ominous sign. It means she is (...or at least she thinks she is) doing something she isn't supposed to do. When I opened her door, she crawled out of her tent and went to hide behind her bookshelf. It was the old "if I can't see you then you can't see me" technique. Sure enough, inside her tent I found my shoe ...and a used paper towel, a laundry hamper lid, my phone, the remote control, a pair of baby nail clippers and a weird tool thingy. I confiscated the contraband and left her room. As soon as I walked out, she slammed the door behind me. I guess that means there is still probably an illicit item hidden somewhere in her toy pile. I'll have to do another raid today.

Big Girl

Elliott spent the last three nights in her own room. So far, she has done pretty well. She is still not quite the uber sleeper her big sister was at this age, but hopefully we'll get there before too long. I'm just glad I was able to get the night light out of my room.

Last few days...

Christmas Crash

We had a white Christmas this year in Nashville. The first in 17 years! We took Kate sledding down the small hill in our backyard. Enjoy our Christmas Crash.

8 Weeks & 22 Months

Merry Christmas!!

Bed Time (but not bedtime)