Dinosaur Museum

I told Logan that we would go and see some dinosaurs, so last Friday we went to the museum at Thanksgiving Point, and boy was he excited! When we pulled up in the parking lot Logan saw the dinosaur on the building and he raised his hands, clenched in fists, above his head and yelled, "Dinosaurs! Yeah!" It was hilarious. Then, when we got inside he ran all over the place, pointing to things and giving shouts of delight. He just couldn't get enough of everything around us. I loved every minute of it.
In the picture of Logan touching the dinosaur bone, I had to coax him to get near the thing because he was afraid of it. Maybe it was just the size of the thing that intimidated him.

Do blonds have more fun?

So, on Thursday I made a change. I was feeling stir-crazy and antsy, and something had to go. So, I walked into Brenda's house (my hair-stylist) and told her that I wanted to go from my very blond hair to a dark brown. She was surprised, but also excited to do this for me. She said that she doesn't get too many people who come in and do something this dramatic, and that it "takes a lot of balls" to do so. So, I am back to my roots, a brunette through and through once again. Although, my hair is a little darker that those of you who knew me pre-bleach will remember. And I love it! Plus, I have received more compliments on my dark hair than I ever did with the blond. So, as the age-old question asks, "Do blonds have more fun?" I think not!

Does Not Play Well With Others

So, Logan has developed a new love of yet another sport. Boxing. He gets these cunning moves form watching and playing none other that the Wii. I blame the creators for any future harm that my child might commit to others. I think I need to post a sticky not to his forehead whenever we go out that states "Does not play well with others." In reality, he is a sweet kid. Very loving and thoughtful. Unfortunately, he also loves his sports and plays them with a passion. Maybe all this will pay off one day when I watch him excelling in sports. His dad and uncles would sure be happy.

Happy Birthday Logan!

We celebrated Logan's second birthday, and I can hardly believe it! It seems that time truly does fly by, as the old saying goes. While being surrounded by family he opened his presents, and then he and Estee, his cousin, entertained us all by dancing to a song on the dump truck. (A lovely rendition of "To the dump. To the dump. To the dump, dump, dump!") Logan jumped up and down while Estee performed a cute hula/booty-shake. Thanks to everyone who could come and share this special day.

Quirky and Cute

Here are a few pictures of things that I have written about, such as the underwear on the head and of Logan at the petting zoo. I just don't know where he gets it from. Can anyone say Spencer? But, if I am being honest he probably gets his quirkiness from me.

Kick the Bunny....or Goat!

So, I think that Logan has a kicking problem. On Friday night we went to a petting zoo, one filled with baby goats, sheep, a bunny, a llama, a donkey, and a couple of pigs. Logan was excited, moving from one animal to the next with barely contained excitement. Then, after a little while I guess the fun was wearing off, so he went up to a baby goat and tried to kick it not once but twice! I was embarassed. I had to drag him away and explain that if he did it again we would leave. However, I think one of the sheep took pity out on this goat, for later on he walked up behind Logan and put his head right up to the back of Logan's head. When Logan turned around, his face filled with fear and he shouted "Moo!" at the goat. It was hilarious.

Potty Time

So, I have officially begun the journey into potty training, and I can honestly say that I have no idea what I am doing. Spencer and I bought Logan a potty seat and some underpants on Wednesday. When we returned home from the store I told Logan that he could wear a pair of underwear over his diaper, in order to get him excited about them. Well, we put a pair on, and then Logan grabbed another pair and immediately began to put them on his head. It was pretty funny. I don't know where he got his idea from, but he thought it was hilarious. Now, everytime he sees underwear, he wants to put one pair on the right way and another pair on his head. I think he gets it from his dad...

P.S. Any suggestions on other methods of potty training? Or are you all as clueless as me?