Before I forget... here are a few of the much anticipated Halloween photos!!
Anyhow, November, November, November... what happened in November? Rob and all his brilliant holiday planning took us to a hotel for Thanksgiving this year. I'm so lucky that he's always so creative in that way. Our best friend Marty was great enough to book us a suite at the Marriott downtown. Rob came home early Wednesday evening and we packed our little suitcases and took Trax downtown. We checked in, walked to Macaroni Grill for dinner and hurried back to the hotel to order room service for dessert. The boys loved every second of it. Uncle Wes arrived later that evening and we all got up bright and early and ordered another round of room service for breakfast. Rob convinced them to make him a pepperoni pizza- yum! Then we headed over to the pool for a quick swim. Catastrophe!!! On our way to the pool Canyon decided he wanted to take his shoes off like Uncle Wes so he sat down by the entrance of the elevator- in doing so he accidentally placed his little hand on the track and the door started to close over his finger. I realized what was happening just as he was ripping his finger from the closing door. I knew it had caused some damage and was almost too scared to look. (I've realized that 6+ years of nursing experience goes right out the window when it's your own baby.) Anyhow, Rob immediately ran away, too terrified to see what may have happened and I just scooped the now screaming Canyon into my arms, made sure the finger was still attached and rushed toward the room. Once inside I assessed the injury which miraculously enough was just that the skin had been torn from both sides of his finger. It looked pretty painful and he cried for longer than he's ever cried before, but at least he still had a finger. Oddly enough the thing that kept playing over and over in my head was the Thanksgiving episode of 'Friends" where Chandler cut off his toe on Thanksgiving- sad I know. So we bandaged him up and tossed him in the pool and within 10 minutes he had forgotten all about it! After swimming we headed down for our Thanksgiving feast, which was even more delicious since I didn't have to prepare a thing!! It was such a fun day!
Not 2 days later Canyon dove onto a throw pillow on the TILE kitchen floor and smacked his mouth. There was so much blood I was certain a trip to the ER was in store for us, but one wet washcloth and bag of ice later it turned out to be just a really huge bloody lip. That kid is going to give me a run for my money in the near future.One Saturday while the boys were supposed to be napping Canyon decided to make a game of how many times he could get out of bed. He would casually walk into our room and say the strangest things. One of the times he said "Mommy Daddy, sometimes my pee pee is long and hurts when I'm trying to go to sleep." Rob and I looked at each other in slow motion and I left it
to daddy to field that one. Rob replied "Take off your jeans while you sleep. Maybe they're too tight." The next time he came in he stated "My bum is stinky." Rob joked "Let me smell it!" and then he scooped Canyon up to sniff the back of his undies to which Canyon replied- "No, it's when I stick my finger right here!" And the kid put his finger in the top of his bum crack before we could stop him. Gross! Rob washed his hands and sent him straight back to bed.Next time he came running in shouting "I have to go potty REALLY bad! I only pee peed in my underwear a tiny bit!" (Have I ever mentioned that Canyon needs to strip naked to go potty?) Anyhow, he spent entirely too long in our bathroom fiddling around and when we told him to get his little bum back to bed he proceeded to show me the dime sized wet spot on his undies. I told him to put his underwear in the laundry room and get to bed. Not 5 seconds later we heard the dryer door open and close, the buttons pushed and the dryer started. Oh what fun it is to have a 4 year old.
On a completely separate occasion... not on that special "no-nap" day; our conversation went as follows-
Me: "What are you watching Can?"
Can: "Coconut Hauntus." (aka Pocahontas) Just thought it was cute!
It's really sad that I don't have an abundance of
Crue's cute sayings, but he just doesn't talk as much yet. I'm sure it's soon to come, though. Currently, his favorite thing to say is "Mommy, I think I love you." It's the sweetest thing to hear! We also have arguments over who is the best. He'll say "Mommy, you're the best." And I'll reply "No you're the best." And it'll go back and forth as long as I let it. We recently went up to PC to pick out our ornaments for the year and Crue chose a moose. He's been carrying around every chance he gets. I have had to keep reminding him to be careful because it's breakable and up 
until yesterday he had been extra careful. But, last night while I was getting ready for work he wandered up to my room and proudly displayed his moose saying "Look Mommy. He's a doggy." He had somehow broken off the antlers and loved that he now had a "new" ornament. I scolded him for breaking his moose to which he replied. "You don't love the moose. I love the moose." I asked him where the antlers were and he stated that they were gone and he didn't have them anymore. I asked him if he put them in the garbage and he replied. "No, I hided them." I had him lead me to the hidden antlers, glued them back on the moose and set the moose up high. I suppose he'll just have to find a less fragile ornament next time. He's quite enamored with our "Elf on the Shelf" who has been named Roodle (by Canyon) and has been asking for one of his own. I ordered him a special plush elf which he has carried around with him everywhere and will probably continue to do so well after the holiday.I'm having so much fun with my little crumb crunchers these days. We love having our own little lunch dates and shopping together. They seem to be getting a little easier (knock on wood) when we're out and about and I love it. I am so very lucky to be their mom!
