I decided yesterday that I did NOT need a nap. I wasn’t sleepy, and I had a million things to do like ring the doorbell, play with my trucks, help Daddy fix the front door, read stories… you know, all things kids like me need to do! Mom tried so hard to get me to sleep, but I seriously didn’t want to. And guess what? I made it to 8pm in a fairly good mood before I passed out in the car on the way home from a fun afternoon swimming in Amy and Shawn’s pool. So there, Mom! I didn’t actually need a nap. So what if you wanted some quiet time to yourself? That just doesn’t happen anymore.
Maybe you haven’t heard, yet, we got a new doorbell. Daddy put in a new front door, so naturally we needed a new doorbell. Why did Daddy put in a new front door? Because the old one wasn’t closing correctly. Not to mention that Grandma and I got locked out of the house last week when she was hanging out with me on Wednesday. So Grandma and I had an adventure, and then had ANOTHER one on Friday when Mom and Dad were installing the new door.
I think I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let me start from the beginning.
A few months ago Mom, Dad, and I planted new plants in front of our house. To keep them alive through this hot summer (and it’s been H.O.T) we need to water them a lot. The parents set up a sprinkler system. The water from the sprinkler did a great job of watering the plants AND our old front door. Normally it is protected from the elements by the porch roof, so in the 30 years that our door has existed it hasn’t had any problems. All the water from the sprinkler caused the door to swell beyond it’s comfort zone, and so it no longer closed properly.
In an unrelated event Grandma and I got locked out of the house on Wednesday. We were out running an errand, and when we got home Grandma’s key just wouldn’t turn in the door. We went to Grandma’s house for the rest of the day until we could get on the phone with Mom. She told us how to get in through the garage. Yay! Crisis averted…. Until Daddy got home. We are pretty sure that Grandma just had the wrong key, but the whole event caused Daddy to reevaluate the door situation. He started ripping things up, and before you knew it, we didn’t have a front door.
When Mom and I left for the Pediatrician (oh yeah, I’m supposed to update you about that too), we had a front door. When we got back we did not. This… was… awesome! I was FREE to get out into the front yard whenever I wanted to, PLUS Dad had a bunch of awesome tools out. Jackpot! Mom was not having it though. She was a party pooper and said that the whole situation was too dangerous for a toddler. Not to mention that Daddy couldn’t really install a giant door by himself. If Mom needed to help him, who was going to play with me? You guessed it; Mom called Grandma. Lickety-split it was “over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house.” I got “dumped off” for the second adventure of the week.
Grandma is one busy lady, and so as not to alarm Mom she failed to mention all of her activities for the day: getting carpet installed, going on a dress fitting appointment, and going to the eye doctor. I got to go on ALL of those activities and ended up napping on a chair in the waiting room of the eye doctor. What? Yeah, it’s kind of crazy, but I was an absolute angel for Grandma (mom is SO jealous). When I got back home that night the door was installed, and I was entrapped, once again, in the safety of our house.
Then it was Saturday. The door still needed a few finishing touches, so Mom and I were on our own for a while so Daddy could work on it. I finger painted it the morning, had lunch, took a tiny little nap (a preview for Sunday), and then gave Mommy a little break by going on a short car ride with Daddy to visit Leslie’s new house.
And now we come full circle to my lack of nap on Sunday, my excitement over our new, awesome doorbell, and swimming in Amy and Shawn’s pool. Aren’t you glad you stuck around for that saga?
My stats from the Pediatrician:
33 inches tall (50th percentile)
27.5 lbs (80th percentile)
18.75 inch head (in case you want to make me a croquet hat)
We talked about getting a potty soon, graduating to a big boy bed (but not yet), how I am an awesome eater, and the doc was impressed with my vocabulary.
From Mommy:
Preston has been living the crazy life. I hope I can get him back into a normal schedule. I have a feel that all of the activity at home is causing him to not nap. Not napping is not fun for anyone.
The adventure continued on Sunday morning. I had to help with childcare for the late service, so we went to church. As soon as we stepped in the door Preston started to look for Grandpa. I think he was disappointed that Grandpa wasn’t there, but that quickly faded when we got to the nursery with all the new toys!! I was a little sad that I had to be in the childcare room because I missed a Baptism, but I got to see the babies after the service was over. I feel like I know a million people who are pregnant or have newborns right now.
Maybe you haven’t heard, yet, we got a new doorbell. Daddy put in a new front door, so naturally we needed a new doorbell. Why did Daddy put in a new front door? Because the old one wasn’t closing correctly. Not to mention that Grandma and I got locked out of the house last week when she was hanging out with me on Wednesday. So Grandma and I had an adventure, and then had ANOTHER one on Friday when Mom and Dad were installing the new door.
I think I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let me start from the beginning.
A few months ago Mom, Dad, and I planted new plants in front of our house. To keep them alive through this hot summer (and it’s been H.O.T) we need to water them a lot. The parents set up a sprinkler system. The water from the sprinkler did a great job of watering the plants AND our old front door. Normally it is protected from the elements by the porch roof, so in the 30 years that our door has existed it hasn’t had any problems. All the water from the sprinkler caused the door to swell beyond it’s comfort zone, and so it no longer closed properly.
In an unrelated event Grandma and I got locked out of the house on Wednesday. We were out running an errand, and when we got home Grandma’s key just wouldn’t turn in the door. We went to Grandma’s house for the rest of the day until we could get on the phone with Mom. She told us how to get in through the garage. Yay! Crisis averted…. Until Daddy got home. We are pretty sure that Grandma just had the wrong key, but the whole event caused Daddy to reevaluate the door situation. He started ripping things up, and before you knew it, we didn’t have a front door.
When Mom and I left for the Pediatrician (oh yeah, I’m supposed to update you about that too), we had a front door. When we got back we did not. This… was… awesome! I was FREE to get out into the front yard whenever I wanted to, PLUS Dad had a bunch of awesome tools out. Jackpot! Mom was not having it though. She was a party pooper and said that the whole situation was too dangerous for a toddler. Not to mention that Daddy couldn’t really install a giant door by himself. If Mom needed to help him, who was going to play with me? You guessed it; Mom called Grandma. Lickety-split it was “over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house.” I got “dumped off” for the second adventure of the week.
Grandma is one busy lady, and so as not to alarm Mom she failed to mention all of her activities for the day: getting carpet installed, going on a dress fitting appointment, and going to the eye doctor. I got to go on ALL of those activities and ended up napping on a chair in the waiting room of the eye doctor. What? Yeah, it’s kind of crazy, but I was an absolute angel for Grandma (mom is SO jealous). When I got back home that night the door was installed, and I was entrapped, once again, in the safety of our house.
Then it was Saturday. The door still needed a few finishing touches, so Mom and I were on our own for a while so Daddy could work on it. I finger painted it the morning, had lunch, took a tiny little nap (a preview for Sunday), and then gave Mommy a little break by going on a short car ride with Daddy to visit Leslie’s new house.
And now we come full circle to my lack of nap on Sunday, my excitement over our new, awesome doorbell, and swimming in Amy and Shawn’s pool. Aren’t you glad you stuck around for that saga?
My stats from the Pediatrician:
33 inches tall (50th percentile)
27.5 lbs (80th percentile)
18.75 inch head (in case you want to make me a croquet hat)
We talked about getting a potty soon, graduating to a big boy bed (but not yet), how I am an awesome eater, and the doc was impressed with my vocabulary.
From Mommy:
Preston has been living the crazy life. I hope I can get him back into a normal schedule. I have a feel that all of the activity at home is causing him to not nap. Not napping is not fun for anyone.
The adventure continued on Sunday morning. I had to help with childcare for the late service, so we went to church. As soon as we stepped in the door Preston started to look for Grandpa. I think he was disappointed that Grandpa wasn’t there, but that quickly faded when we got to the nursery with all the new toys!! I was a little sad that I had to be in the childcare room because I missed a Baptism, but I got to see the babies after the service was over. I feel like I know a million people who are pregnant or have newborns right now.
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