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DYLANism: it happend one dark and stormy morning…

The other night we had a thunderstorm go through in the middle of the night. One particularly loud thunder boomer crashed and it wasn’t long before our bedroom door creaked open and in walked Dylan.

She came up to me in bed and asked if she could sleep with us because of the loud storm. She climbed up in bed, and before she laid down, she sat there as serious as could be and said, “Daddy I think my sister is afraid of thunder.”

Her sister was soundly asleep in her own bed. Dylan snuggled close and took half my pillow.

The next morning, half asleep I walked towards the shower to get ready for work. As I passed by my chair to disrobe before my shower I tramped in cat…ah…ah….poop.    It was cold, it was damp, and stuck to the bottom of my foot. I looked at Dylan and asked, “Did you do this?” partly joking.

She shook her head no. I asked mom the same question, as she beat me into the bathroom ( I am sooo late by now). She shook her head no, eyes still closed.

Dylan is now in her tattle-tale mode. I asked her “Well, do you think the cat did this?”.

I don’t know daddy,” and she ran off.

She came running back just as swiftly and offered, “Daddy, the cat said he was the one that pooped in front off your chair.” At least the cat can still fess up.

I still had to get our 2 year old up before I left. I went in her room, gave a sunny Hello and pulled her from her crib. I laid her down on the changing table and bent over for a baby wipe. My breakfast started kicking in a bit early because as I bent over for the wipe I let out a teeny-tiny poot. Now, if any of you know me I know that may be hard to believe.

I stood up and to find my 2 year old was laughing at me. I said, “Did you hear that?” amazed because I didn’t think it was that loud.   She just kept laughing at me.  I turned around and there stood Dylan. I said, “Dylan, did you hear that?”

She shook her head yes, laughed, and sputtered, “It sounded like thunder!”

No more sleeping in the bed with me during the storms! She doesn’t know what real thunder can be! At least she didn’t compare me to the cat.

Kitty, I smell some thunder. Was that you?

DYLANism: That’s not roses…

To bring you up to speed, we have been working on manners lately in our house, especially in the expulsion of gas, trying to instill that its not as funny as they would believe and to always say, “excuse me”. Mommy says they get that from my side of the family.

Also, Dylan has taken to the habit of falling asleep in my bed when she goes to bed. Its probably wrong of us to allow this right now but its the path of least resistance at bed time.

When I come to bed I pick her up and move her to her bed. She’s usually so asleep I can either cradle her in front of me or put her on my shoulder and she’ll never wake up.

Last night was no exception. I went to bed by first clearing her bed and pulling the covers down. Then, I went to my bedroom and found her sleeping soundly. I scooped her up by cradling her this time. I slid one hand under her shoulders and the other hand under her bum.

I held her tight as to not disturb her or whack her head on the bed post (again). Its not easy lately as she is literally getting bigger each night it seems. But truly, this is one of the highlights of my day as I take this child, all innocent in my arms, to her bed.

Last night however, just as I reached the arch of my doorway she really pooted in the palm of my hand. I mean it was a flat-smack in the middle of my hand good three second relief…. in the middle of my hand! I felt set  up.

I looked down and this little cherub was still asleep. But a second later I reached her doorway and her eyes opened in a squint, seemingly to catch my reaction. And then she cracked an itty-bitty smile, before her eyes went shut again. She got me good!

I went back to my bed and I asked mommy, “Did you hear what Dylan just did? She pooted in my hand as I took her to bed!”

Mommy responded in her half-asleep stupor, “She’s probably been planning it for years.”

Now I feel better!

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