What the freak happened? Well, that is what I am still wondering today. People have asked me all week long - and I have no clue, other than the fact that he fell. Call me a bad mom, call Brody clumsy - just call me clueless!
Logan has had a couple of rough days getting back to normal after Easter. I have called it an Easter behavior hangover. Logan's teacher said that the whole class was in time out today at recess. He has had a tough time listening since Sunday...some of that is fatigue since the big day, the rest I don't know...maybe too much sugar? :)
Logan has been so funny lately about bedtime stories. He likes a good story right out of our head before he goes to sleep. Thus far, Corey and I have been pretty good at pulling a stories out of our heads - but recently Logan has started making "suggestions" on what should be included in the nighttime story. For instance, tonight it was kind of like a Mad Lib - he gave me 3 things to incorporate in the story: blanket, crab, falling into my throat. So the story went something like this:
Once upon a time there was a little boy who was playing on a blanket at the beach. He was having such a good time he lost track of how long he had been there - then he had to leave really quickly to go home to his Mommy & Daddy. He shook out the blanket and out popped a crab that went flying into the air. The crab was swirling, the crab was twirling, RIGHT into the boy's throat! The boy started coughing and spitting and the crab flew out and learned never to play in a blanket again. The End
Take that Dr. Seuss! HA!