Tom Petty R Us

Ben was coughing up a storm in his sleep Tuesday night so I snuck into his room to slather Vicks on his feet and put some socks on him while he was sleeping. He was sleeping deeply even with the coughing yet he STILL giggled when I was rubbing the soles of his feet and said, "Dat tickles!" The coughing ceased within minutes and he slept through the night peacefully. We love VicksVaboRub as much as we love kids talking in their sleep.

Friday evening we went to the community center for the Toys for Tots train exhibit. It cost us an unwrapped toy to get in the door and the exhibit was "off the hook!" Emma was running around to the different miniature train holiday themed exhibits like she had just eaten a pound of sugar cookies, and Ben, well Ben immediately spied a Thomas and friends exhibit and stayed in front of that one the entire time we were there! (surprise surprise)

Mesmerized.

The best part of the evening was when Daddy saw Benny was chewing on something and said, "Hey, buddy, whatcha eating?" To which our son who still will not eat more than one meal a day and is pretty much down to waffles and raisins only replied, "I eat da booders, Daddy." Do I need to translate that one for you? (Hint: he is at the end of a cold and there are dry crusties in his nose...)

Saturday mornings are always hectic trying to get all four of us out the door by 8:50am. It is the ONE day the kids always seem to sleep later (versus Sunday when everyone can sleep in so they get up at 6:45 without fail - argh), and as per usual getting the female one to focus long enough to complete a task usually results in my blood pressure raising from about 8:30 onwards. Yesterday was no different. Em decided it was her day to be a superhero running all over the penthouse using her deep "I'm a superhero voice." At one point she needed her hair brushed and wasn't responding to my requests so I scooped her up, stood her on the toilet seat and had at the blond rat's nest that is the back of her head in the morning. With her usual comedic timing, Em diffused my anger with the cutest Mom-you-are-such-a-buzz-kill voice, "Mom, Superheroes don't get their hair brushed!"

And just to prove how musically diverse our daughter is, when Daddy was playing the guitar for us as he often does on a Saturday evening, Emma requested, "Hey, Daddy, play 'It's Good To Be King,'" a song by Tom Petty that is not generally in the catalog of songs a typical four year old knows by heart...