Swim Diaper

This morning, Logan kept getting up repeatedly after 5 a.m. despite my repeated attempts to get him to go back to bed.

Shortly after trip three back to his room, I heard him head down the hall into the bathroom, the definitive sound of a diaper being removed, and a lot of slamming. However, I thought it was good for his sense of independence to let him be until he sought me out again.

A few minutes later Logan came back into my room (which was pitch dark). As is customary for us, I leaned over the edge of the bed to pick him up. Instead of a fleecy pajama clad baby, I hit baby skin...

As I picked him up he said "I think I lost my pajamas. My diaper was dirty. I used the potty. I am wearing a swim diaper, okay?" all in one continuous breath.

Apparently, after the journey to the bathroom, he could only locate swim diapers and he clothed himself as best as possible. I guess it is time to put pull-ups somewhere he can reach.

How will it get out?

Logan's preschool posted a picture of a very happy - and very alive - Turkey on the wall at school.

So, when Logan talked to grandma and she suggested we were going to EAT turkey for Thanksgiving, Logan promptly responded with "We DON'T eat the turkey!!"

Although we talked about it a bit, we then went and ordered our Thanksgiving turkey from Whole Foods. Logan was so excited and talked about our turkey quite a lot.

When we went to pick up our turkey, the employee brought it out in a box. Logan looked at it and said "How will it get out?"

I explained we intended to cook this turkey - Confirming once and for all we were not actually bringing home a pet.

The eye's of the lady next to us nearly popped out of her head.