Maddux is at a crazy, crazy age. His vocabulary amazes me and I am loving the crazy words that he comes up with. He has new pajamas. On these pajamas are some very cool iguanas, which he calls "guanas." He loves his iguana pjs more than any other piece of clothing that I force him into. Last night, he came dancing out of his room in his iguana pjs and said, "Mommy! These are so fu#&y!! I love my fu#&y pants!" Brad and I looked at each other in horror. Breuklyn pipes up, "No, Maddux! Those are FUNKY pants, not fu#&y pants!!" "OH!" he says, "My new funky pants!!" and the dancing and celebrating continued as Brad and I continued to stare at each other.
In other Maddux news, I put together his new bed today. Since I have caught him twice trying to pole vault out of the crib, it is time for the "big boy" bed. He was NOT happy about this. Two seconds after depositing him safe and sound into his new bed for naptime, and leaving him with lots of reassuring thoughts, I found him trailing after me in the living room. After being placed back in bed three more times, he finally fell asleep. Finally. Of course I have checked on him a million times and of course I had to take a picture. Now if Paizlee would take a nap, I might actually get something accomplished!