Dennis the Menace

We never know what is going on in Joshua's little brain. For example, I sent him to his room to take a nap one afternoon. After a period of silence (which could be good, but usually it's bad), I went in his room to find him like this... He had taken off his underwear and put it on his head, put both legs into one leg of his shorts, and had his arm around a random diaper (I have no idea where he got it). And that is how he fell asleep!

When Seth was little and into everything, we joked that he was a little Dennis the Menace. Boy, were we clueless as to true mischief! We have decided that Joshua is truly our "Dennis the Menace." "Dennis the Menace" is even one of his favorite movies (probably a bad idea to show him that one), he loves to say "Hey, Mr. Wilson!", and he even looks a little like Dennis. He's always into something or doing something crazy. He can open nearly any child-proof lock, including medicine. He is just a boy through and through. I always have my hands full with him. My favorite picture of Josh is when he was two, we found him under the kitchen table (still his favorite hiding spot) with his hand in a jar of peanut butter, PB all over his face and this devilish grin. Little did I know it was a foreshadow of many incidences to come. Heavenly Father definitely blessed me with Joshua to keep me active and to enjoy the fun and curiosity of childhood. I'm sure it was also to teach me true patience. At least that's what I keep telling myself...

In Mommy's Words

Aaron and I had a good laugh, last night. We had just finished family home evening and it was time for the boys to go to bed. Joshua kept telling us that he couldn't go to bed because it wasn't dark yet outside (it was about 8:15). Aaron looked at Josh and in his most serious voice said, "Joshua, it is time for bed. That's it. This is not up for discussion or debate. What Mommy and Daddy say is final. It's law." Joshua just looked at him, completely puzzled and said, "What did you say?" We both started laughing and realized that our three-year-old probably had no clue what any of what Aaron just said meant. So, I turned to Josh and said, "Daddy said that it is time for bed. No arguing allowed." You could see the light go on in Josh's eyes and he turned to Aaron and said, "Say it like that, Daddy." So, after we stopped laughing, Aaron repeated himself in "Mommy's Words." Then, Josh said, "Okay," and willingly went and got ready for bed. Sometimes mommies just say it better. :)

Wrapped Around Her Finger

I'm slowly beginning to realize that our daughter might be spoiled. The other day we were at Target and walked by a nursery furniture display. I commented that I liked the bedding set (comforter,sheets,etc.). Aaron commented that he really liked the furniture set and was very tempted to buy it. I just laughed because Aaron hates buying furniture, we couldn't really afford it, and we already had a perfectly fine set at home. But, he was seriously wanting to buy this $600 set, and I had to talk him out of it.
Then, a couple weeks later, Aaron woke up one morning and told me he wanted to paint the baby's room. My jaw dropped. NEVER has Aaron volunteered to paint anything, in fact he has often refused to even let me paint! So, I ran with the idea and agreed. He is even letting me pick the color! Then, a few mornings later, he woke up and told me that we needed to switch the baby's room with the boys' room and move all of our office stuff to our bedroom. I reminded him that this would require us to move around about 50% of our house and that I wouldn't be much help being pregnant. He was okay with it. He wanted his baby girl's room to be closer to us. So he spent that entire morning (a Saturday) moving everything, which ended up being a lot more than we thought.
Then, the following week when I was looking at baby bedding online, Aaron told me that he wants our daughter's room to be cute and themed and that I should work my "magic" to make it happen. I just had to chuckle. It's all I could do just to get him to be okay with me decorating other parts of the house when we moved in. I can clearly see that Aaron is wrapped around our daughter's finger and she isn't even born yet. Oh dear, I just might have to intervene to keep her from being spoiled rotten. I'll start right after I've gotten everything I need out of the deal...