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*Miles has been waking up at 6:30AM for the past several days. It really, really sucks.
*Oscar has been crying, no SCREECHING himself to sleep for the past week. We are working through it but, again, it really, really sucks.
*Oscar has moved on from calling trucks, "trucks" to specifically naming the TYPE of truck, as in "Das a dump truck!" "Das a fire truck" "Das a loader!" "Das a dozer!" "Das a backhoe!" "Das a roller!" "Das a mixer!" I've learned so much about construction equipment in the past two weeks. Oscar can recognize the difference between a loader and a bulldozer, something I was unable to do until a week ago. We were looking at a book and I said, "That's a bulldozer," (in my defense, it was labeled as such in the book) and Oscar replied, "No, Momma, das a loader." AND HE WAS RIGHT. The book had mislabeled a loader as a bulldozer. He's already pointing out my mistakes and he's only two. The teen years are going to rule.
*Nelson gets the parenting FAIL award this week - he let Miles roll OFF THE CHANGING TABLE. Yes. Yes he did. He wasn't paying attention for a split second and THUNK! Miles fell four feet to the floor. MybabymybabyohmygodmybabyhowcouldyouletthishappenGAHHHHHH! Luckily, Miles did not sustain any serious injuries. And neither did Nelson, but only because he was fast enough to duck.
*Also, if you see Oscar, you may notice that he has no less than two band aids on his person at any given time. Not to worry; Oscar has not sustained any injuries. He just likes wearing band aids. I think it is some kind of toddler fashion statement. Or, maybe it's meant to scare off other toddlers, as in, "Look here, buddy. I got all these injuries, see? Cause I'm tough. So don't mess with my trucks because I'm not afraid to get a boo-boo or two defending what's mine!" Ya think?