Every so often, Landen’s daycare hosts theme weeks with their clothes. They’ve had “silly hat” day and “blue day.” This week is no different. And since Ashley was gone most of the week on vacation, that left me in charge (except for Tuesday, which will be pictured) Here they are, ending with my favorite. First was today, Red Day. Not much to be done, so I slapped him in some red. (His red jacket was much too small, so we’ll have to make due with what we got.
Next up, while Ashley was still around, we had crazy hair day. Now, as most people are well aware, I have pretty crazy hair to begin with. So it would follow that Landen has crazy hair? Not really – Ash really had to work to get it to look like it did, and by the time he got to daycare (after a doctor’s appointment and a visit with granny) it looked perfectly groomed, as if Will Hickey’s hair gnomes had done their work. Here’s what it looked like early on:
And then of course, there was my absolute favorite: mismatch day. But before we get there, a scary story.
For over a week now, Landen has been waking up in the mornings and, instead of simply standing in his crib and shaking the front rail as he normally does, he’s been crawling onto the dresser part, trying to figure out how to get down. It’s quite a tall crib – the dresser part is probably about 4+ feet tall. So this morning he got up extra early (around 6) and starting calling for his mom. He didn’t seem particularly distressed, so I just let him be for five minutes, seeing if he would soothe himself back to sleep. Suddenly I hear a THUD and bolt into his room to see him getting up off the floor. He has officially figured out how to get out of the crib. He wasn’t hurt, but he did seem a bit shaken by it. Time will tell if that uncomfortable landing will prevent him from trying it, or if this weekend we lower the crib and turn it into a small toddler bed (it is a convertible.) Either way, it was an unsettling start to the day.
Now for my favorite moment – a moment it seems I practiced for for 4 years in college – I got to dress my son purposely bad. And here we go.
Hanging his head in baby-shame… or is that modest pride?
He “won the award” at daycare, and apparently one of his teachers said they snapped a great photo while I’ll post if we get it soon.