Metro Doo

Things have been crazy these past couple of weeks, with preparing for the Holidays (though I don't really know what we prepared for), then experiencing the Holidays, re-experiencing the Holidays with the Linds, and re-re-experiencing the Holidays with the Donohoos.

So many memories, so many more memories of things that are (or soon will be) forgotten. But now to preserve those favorite Anson memories over the last few weeks, without further ado...

~Christmas Day we had our first family-only day. We went to church, enjoyed eggs and cinnamon rolls (minus the rolls for Anson), and started opening presents. We didn't get very far. Anson had 4 presents: Little People School Bus, Little People Barn, pretzels, Rollergirls onsie. Opening presents was lots of fun a couple months ago for his birthday, and so we expected the same degree of fun. Hence the wrapping of the pretzels.
Anson likes paper. Anson likes ripping paper. Anson likes carrying around presents. Anson likes playing "Musical Bows" with all the presents under the Christmas tree.
Anson does NOT like opening presents.
It could be that the first present he opened was the pretzels, and pretzels were still too new to be impressive. But then, he refused to open the fun toys. Was he exerting his newfound independence by not cooperating? Was he scared of the paper? Was he having more fun frustrating his parents? All I know is that there were a lot of "NO!"s, refusals to tear paper, and running away. SEVEN hours later (interrupted by bottles, lunch, naps, snacks, playtime, etc etc) we finally ended the ordeal by opening the last of his presents for him.

~Last week, after a good three hour nap, I heard Anson babbling on the baby monitor. He was happy talking to himself, but I decided to go get him before his baby chatter turned to baby screaming. Our stairs are quite noisy (we call them "burglar proof"), and so he heard me coming. He immediately hushed up. When I opened the door to his room, I found him laying on his back, pressed up against the side of the crib, totally covered by his blankie. As soon as I entered the room, he pushed the blanket off of his face, and shouted "BOO!"
CRACKED me up!

~Tonight, we were all watching a short video on youTube that Joe found. It's really a little disturbing - mostly kitties morphing into other kitties. But, it totally tickled Anson, and even make him laugh out loud!
We were watching the video, not really paying attention to what the little doo was doing with his hands. He had opened my desk drawer, and pulled out a tube of BRIGHT RED lipstick that I randomly had stashed in there. Anson has really enjoyed putting on chapstick lately, so we really didn't think anything of him rubbing a tube across his lips. At one point, I even had looked at him, seen red on his lip, and thought "Huh, his lip is bleeding again". Apparently, I'm one of those moms who doesn't get worked up until a limb is dangling by a thread. I should have payed more attention, but I was gaping at the disturbing morphing kitties. After Anson smeared lipstick all over his face, he worked it into his hands like a good hand cream. We then noticed what was going on.
Did I say BRIGHT RED lipstick?
I exclaimed, "Joe, do something!" which was his cue to read my mind and go run and grab a tissue. We lost precious seconds when Joe failed to do this and I had to explain verbally what he should do. Anson took full advantage of that miscommunication to rub his eyes, pat his tummy, and play with the sleeves of the white blouse I was still wearing.
Needless to say, after a few pictures to document Anson's experimentation as a Metro Doo, he went right into the tub. Where Joe discovered that lipstick doesn't wash off with plain ol' soap and water.

And now, I'm off to go try to scrub lipstick from my expensive Ann Taylor Loft blouse and Anson's "Future President of the United States" t-shirt. While drinking wine. Wine is oh, so needed right now.