Magic Kingdom with Leyton

Today we took Leyton to his first Disney park, Magic Kingdom. Yes, it is only 5 minutes away from us, but we wanted to wait until he was somewhat old enough to enjoy it. And he did. I don't think he even blinked. He was wide-eyed and curious. I get so much joy out of re-living childhood things through his eyes. Going in previous years, we had always skipped the little people stuff, so I was also seeing some things for the first time. Our first stop was the Buzz Lightyear ride. Toy Story has recently become his new "thing" so he is all about some Buzz & Woody. Then, we rode the spinning tea-cups, the carousel, It's a small world, went to find Mickey, (which you can see from the pictures that he was less than impressed with life-size Mickey) rode the Jungle Cruise, went back to Tomorrowland for lunch and a souvenir Buzz and Woody. By that time his eyelids were getting heavy so we headed back home for a ginormous nap. There were some other rides we wanted to do, but the lines were pretty long and he had done so well, we didn't want to push him. We couldn't have asked for a more gorgeous day and will be going back soon!

"Where's Buzz, Mommy?"

Using Daddy's ears as handlebars

Mickey? Not so much.

Clutching onto Buzz & Woody. He hasn't put them down all day.

We are still here...

We have been busy taking care of a sick little boy, who is luckily on the mend. After running 101-103 fevers last weekend, he is finally acting himself today. The diagnosis was sinus infection and post nasal drip with an awful, awful cough. No fun.

Unfortunately, Poppa and Nonna came to visit right in the thick of it, so our plans of going to Disney were replaced by snuggling on the couch and playing puzzles. I don't think they minded too much. Here are a few pictures.

This was taken a couple of weeks ago, but was too cute to not be included.

Poor baby was so pooped he just passed right out in Nonna's lap. He never does this.

Valentine cupcakes

Wordless Wednesday

A break in the clouds.

Yesterday was a good, good day. After a long week of battling it out with my little man who is knee deep in terrorist two's, we were due a fun day. He did not object to one diaper change or turn to a screaming ball of limp jello and when trying to get dressed and out of the door. He did not shed one tear, produce one whine, or flounder on his back like a cockroach when told no. I was so nervous with Jeremy being gone this weekend that I would have to be heavily medicated to get me through the weekend, but no. He was just my sweet, fun boy.

I know we will have good days and bad. He is in a developmental stage that is inevitable and imperative for him to become the independent little being he was created to be. I would love to blame it on his 2 year molars, which I know have something to do with it, but I think this is just the new normal. I've heard it gets worse at 3, I've heard it gets better at 3. I don't know. I guess it doesn't really matter, we will roll with the punches because that is what we do. And because even in his worst of worst, he is still the most precious darn thing I have ever laid my eyes on. In the meantime, I will be perfecting redirection and picking my battles wisely. All I ask for is 500 extra patience points from the Divine. Please and thank you.

Anyway, back to our day. We had a lazy morning, went over to "aunt" Meme's house for a couple of hours, went to go see the ducks in the lake, came home, napped, played hard, ate dinner and played chase for the remainder of the evening.

trying to fit through the kitty door. He kept asking "how to make it works, momma?"