And then there were three...

or, as Scott calls it "a farm." Here is how it happened. Logan has recently been going to bed with a "puppy." I gave him it to him in hopes he would get attached and give up the binky. Well, one day the puppy got really dirty and needed a bath. In came "puppy number two." I gave Logan both puppies during one nap that way he could get used to number two while still having number one (number two is slightly different in colors and a bit smaller). So now, Logan can't sleep without number one AND number two. Then one night before bed, I saw that number two had a small rip and the stuffing was going to come out, so rather than risk Logan eating the stuffing, I gave him a stuffed lamb (I was fresh out of puppies) and puppy number one. The next morning, when Logan saw a mended puppy number two he decided that he had to have all three...Number One, Number Two and the Lamb. Needless to say, puppy number one has yet to have a bath and he still won't give up the binky! So much for my good intentions!

Dinner Time

I finally did it...I let Logan try to feed himself. He made a mess. I had a hard time watching and trying to keep my hands to myself. I wanted to jump in and help, he eventually gave up the spoon and just started using his fingers. I figure he needs to be able to feed himself by the time Olive gets here since I only have two hands! And surprise, surprise, he actually eats more when I let him take control. He just has to have a bath every night after dinner...oh and in case you were wondering, I have since discovered that when a 15 month old is feeding themselves, they really should have on a bib or no clothes at all.

Frisbee at the Park

Logan loves to be outside, especially now that he can walk. Every time we put his shoes on him he thinks he is going out side. And if he isn't done when you bring him inside, believe me you will get an earful! Logan is much fun lately, he has turned into a crazy little boy who can't sit still for one moment. Although, I will say he discovered the T.V and cartoons this last week. It is amazing how tuned out he can be. Kind of scary, but at the same time it is nice to have something to distract him with sometimes...Am I a bad mom for admitting that?