Too Smart for His Own Good

Forrest is constantly surprising me, but the other night he really impressed me. As I've said before, Forrest has poor sleeping habits. He still drinks "little boy milk" (out of a sippy cup) at bedtime and at least once in the middle of the night. We are trying to stop this bad habit, though. The other night we were all laying in bed trying to go to sleep and Forrest wanted more milk. I told him no, that he'd had enough and he needed to go to sleep. He cried for a bit, but then rolled over and I thought he had fallen asleep. Then, about 10 minutes later, he said he needed his monkey, and it seemed to be an emergency. Being exhausted, I thought I would just get it for him so maybe we could go to sleep. As soon as I was out of the way, Forrest climbed over to the night stand to get his "little boy milk". What a stinker! He had obviously thought long and hard about how he could get me out of the way so he could get his milk!

Happy Easter!

Easter is so much fun! Forrest has been talking about it for weeks. He would find pretend Easter eggs all over and bring them to you, telling you what color they were. Unfortunately, Forrest woke up Saturday morning with a hurt leg. We aren't sure what he did, but he wouldn't walk on it. He kept saying "Mommy carry me" and then later in the evening, he started crawling around. So, we missed out on the town Easter egg hunt, because he couldn't walk!

We woke up Easter morning completely unprepared. The eggs weren't even boiled, let alone dyed! But, after cleaning the living room (that was the requirement to be able to find eggs), we ate breakfast, dyed eggs, and then found them again and again and again. Forrest did a really good job dying the eggs. I covered the table and floor with plastic, just to be safe, but he was very careful and didn't make a mess at all. It was kind of sad watching Forrest crawl around on his knees, finding eggs. Later, luckily, he started to feel better and after using his toy chain saw as a crutch he was able to hobble around unassisted. By the evening, he was walking just fine. But, for some reason, it hurts again this morning.



He was so careful with the eggs!

I'm not sure why this is his smile for the camera...but it is!

Forrest even woke up this morning and said "Find Easter eggs?"

Crazy Hat Hair

Not sure how this happened, but the other day Forrest took off his hood and had some really awesome hat hair!

In his sleep...

Forrest has some pretty terrible sleeping habits... I know one kid who is worse, but Forrest is pretty bad. It is all my fault, and I know that, and I'm sure I have the power to change it, but I'm weak. Because of my lack on initiative, Forrest sleeps part, if not most, of every night in our bed. Bill and I both sleep horribly because of him, and as I get bigger and bigger, I sleep worse and worse, but still I deal with it because I don't like to hear him cry.

Anyway, last night I had one of those rare experiences that made me happy that Forrest is such a horrible sleeper and he was in my bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, closer to morning, Forrest started to laugh in his sleep. Not just a giggle, or a little laugh, but a full, hard belly laugh. Then he said "Daddy... Daddy!" in the adorable way he does when his dad is doing something outrageously funny. It was so sweet. I was so thankfuly that I was there and awake to hear it.