Broke sweN News

Broke...broke...broke...everything's broke (yes I know that's incorrect grammar).
These days Ryan has an...well let's say...understanding about how things are *supposed* to be.  That being the case when things aren't as they should the natural conclusion is that they are...(logically)...BROKE! Oh the logic of a 2-year-old.  So simple...so sweet...so fun.  For example:

The trash can is *supposed* to be right-side-up, but in this instance the clumsy (oh I shouldn't say that...afterall accidents do happen) trashman set the trashcan down in a non-upright position after emptying its smelly contents.  Yes...our trashcan stinks.  Two-year-old poop...oh nevermind....  

Anyway...

Since the trashcan is not right-side-up it's broke, and believe me, we heard about it all morning until Daddy uprighted it on his way to work.  "Trash broke."

Other things that have been broke around our house:

• my work phone...it blinks when there is a message waiting, but since it usually isn't blinking it's broke.  "Momma phone broke"
• the door that is usually closed but remained opened most of the day was broke.  "Door broke"
• Ryan's car that is *supposed* to stay on the couch, but rolled off when pushed too close to the edge is broke.  "Oh No!  Car broke."
• Anything that is out of place (which feels like most of my house right now) is broke.

In other news...

Before we move to our new house I thought it might be nice to just forego the hassle of setting up the crib, but in order to do so Ryan needs to be in his big-boy bed (twin bed).  SoonerStart (EI) suggested that Ryan would transition much better if he is already accustomed to his big-boy bed before we move because being in a new house, new room and new bed all at once would be way too much NEWNESS for his sweet little self and might bring on a strong case of overstimulation. That sounded pretty reasonable, so I decided to start transitioning (weaning) him from his crib to the big-boy bed.  Ryan picked out new covers for his bed:

Cars are definitely his thing right now.  He's never seen the movie CARS, but he loves cars of all shapes and sizes.  When he saw a picture of a car on the front of the package of this comforter his eyes lit up and all I heard was, "Momma!  Cars!", "Cars! Momma!".  His enthusiasm didn't wane while we re-made the bed with his new cars sheet and comforter.  His excitement only grew.  In fact I had to put him in the crib so I could actually get the bed made.  His excitement vanished when it came to actually sleeping on the bed all by himself though.  He did great as long as I sat on the end of the bed, but he  wouldn't go to sleep.  So much for a quick transition.  We can still work on it afterall we won't be moving for a few months, or... I can put up the crib again which...really wouldn't be such a bad thing (confinement!...I can't believe he's never tried to climb out!)

This past weekend we had a great time with Gammaw and Pappaw.  It was a fantastic weekend full of fun things like...

eating watermelon!!!

Today we started sorting through stuff.  It's time...after nearly 12 years of marriage, 2 kids, and 8 years in this house...to do a 3-box sorting session of the entire house.  You know...3 boxes:  (1)Keep, (2)Trash, (3)Sale/Donate...sorting through every cabinet, closet, and crevice.  Ryan likes the boxes most of all.  I'm excited about the organization...and...it gives me something to do while we wait on the final details to be worked out with the new house.  

That's pretty much it with the Stanfill family recent news.  This week has an open schedule.  We have nothing going on until Friday evening.  I was invited to a home-schooling get-together, and since we're considering that option I'll probably go.