Monday, February 16, 2009

Close calls...

A funny day....I should have know it was going to be a day full of funny things. It started off great, Zane slept until it was actually light outside (very cool) and to top it off he decided to not wake us and to entertain himself (a first)..........................I woke up to him saying "ohhhh, look my blankie!", then I hear his little feet tromp into our room. There he is, covered in his paints. It's as if he made a mental note that I left the box on the counter and set his internal alarm to remind himself to take advantage. So, now the boy is discovered covered in paints, the only mystery left is where and what did he paint.
Lucky for us he stayed on the tile and nothing was irreversibly damaged. :)

Later that day I was taking a nap, Lee was in charge of daddy duty because I was sick. I woke up hearing zane say repeatedly "dad, come look at my poop" "dad! come look at my poop"...apparently dad was either not understanding or preoccupied so I drug myself out of bed hoping to find zane looking into the toilet (he isn't potty trained yet so that was a bit of wishful thinking). I pass the bathroom and find him in his room squatting by his diaper pointing at his poop, not really a good thing for a toddler to take off his own nasty diaper. Luckily, once again, no damage done and my carpets are still clean!
In the evening (this doesn't actually involve a mess) we were hanging out in our living room and Zane had went into his room. He ran out saying there was a monster in his room, I said "oh, well isn't he your friend? why don't you go and say hi?" so he returns and the conversation goes "Hi monster, you want to be my friend? oh ok, How are you?" I couldn't really make out the rest of the conversaton but I thought it was very cute. I definitely see an imaginary friend in his future.
One more funny thing about Zane, he is obsessed with colors and identifies people by the color they wear, today I am blue. So, a couple weeks ago we are sitting at a table at the food court and he sees a lady and says "she's black" the lady was wearing a black shirt...I though "oh no..." Luckily she didn't hear him however I can see the day where I have to explain that I am not identifing people by their race and that he is just talking about what they are wearing...