Big Boy Bed

After having Grant's new mattress on the floor for a couple of weeks, Dad and Erick attached the rails to the headboard. He now has an official big boy bed.

I was worried he might be intimidated by it's size, but he loves it.

Just a few issues here and there.... one of the first few nights I woke up to a loud "THUMP" and then hear Grant crying. I rushed upstairs only to find Grant awake but safely in his bed. My only conclusion was the thump I heard must of been Champ and Grant had already rescued him by the time I got up there.

A week or so later, Danny and I were awoken suddenly at 3:00am to the sound of Grant entering our room. "Mommy," he said. "I can't find my dog." Grant had found his way through the dark and down the stairs, but he couldn't locate Champ who was in his bed all along.

Several other times he has woken up at 5:45 or 6:00 in the morning to catch Danny working out or me still dreaming in my bed. When he gets up too early he has the cutest saying... "I woke up very much, mommy."

Grant's Third Birthday

We celebrated Grant's birthday at home with an adorable "choo choo" train cake made by Mimi. All of the fam was there including Nana and O' Dad, Uncle ET, Aunt Angie, Autumn, Peyton, Mimi, Pops, UD, Nanny and Gaga, Granny, Sara, Brian, Addison, Karla, and Kelsey and CJ.





















We enjoyed lunch, cake and ice cream, a simple game of pin the number one on Thomas (which Grant refused to do blindfolded), and opening presents. Grant made out like a bandit with summer clothes and of course more toys... the shake n go crash up race track from mommy and daddy, bowling, and other various games just to name a few.

After a day of cooking, cleaning and partying, I still had to make cupcakes for Grant to take to preschool the next day.

Next year we're going to Chuck E. Cheese's!

Crazy Christmas

It all started on December 23rd when I decided not to go to the Titans game. Danny calls me a fair weather fan. However, I had an inclination to stay at home with Grant. Only hours later would I realize that decision would win me the "Mommy of the Year Award".

Grant had woken up that morning with a red and gooey eye. I assumed it was because of his cold and decided to watch it. Well, after his nap, it was swollen and oozing. Here we were... -Sunday -3:30pm -one day until Christmas -pink eye! I went into full out Mommy Mode. Our Christmas would not be ruined with a sick child.

I knew a trip to Vanderbilt on a Sunday afternoon was out of the question so I searched online for CVS Minute Clinic... "Minute Clinic, The Pioneer and Leader of Retail Health Care." Works for me! And open Sundays 10-4.

I threw on Grant's shoes and jacket as fast as I could, and we raced out the door. I think we made it there in 5 minutes flat. It was 3:55. We were the last ones to sign in.

The Nurse Practitioner took one look at him and said it was pink eye. One $50 prescription later, and our healthy Christmas would be saved.

We spent Christmas Eve at my Mom and Dad's. Who needs presents when you get ribs, beef brisket, and hot fudge cake.




Grant has never been fond of Santa Claus. He likes the idea of him, but he stays a good 15-20 feet of him at the malls. So the thought never crossed our mind that Grant might be frightened of the fact that Santa was coming to his house... in the middle of the night... while he slept... alone in his bed. On Christmas Eve we made the mistake of reminding Grant that Santa was coming tonight. I know we must have said it more than 40 times. Grant ended up requesting to sleep in our bed or mommy and daddy sleep in his bed (which he had never done). We think he thought Santa was actually going to show up in his room in the middle of the night to say hello. We finally just stopped talking about it. We put him to bed and simply told him we would open presents in the morning. He was fine.

This year was the year of Hotwheels, marble race, putt-putt and pillows. He now has more hotwheels than trains. Danny has enjoyed Grant's 4 lane race track almost as much as Grant. They've already determined the fastest cars by holding various heat races.



And just as we thought we had survived the Holiday's unscathed...Grant woke up on the 29th with an accident in his diaper and not wanting to eat breakfast. I knew something was wrong when he turned down a cinamon roll. As I went to get him out of his chair, he got sick. But there would be no quick cure for a stomach bug. Just lots of towells, lots of hand washing, and praying that we don't get it. 24 hours later Grant was much better, just a little puny. And Danny and I have survived unaffected.



December 30th. Danny's Birthday--- Danny, realizing that his birthday is crammed in between Christmas and Grant's birthday, decided his doesn't matter anymore, besides the fact that he no longer wants to recognize it since he hit the big 3-0 last year. He didn't want a big family to do so he agreed to a home cooked lunch at his mom and dad's and funfetti cupcakes. Ultimately, Danny's Grandmothers found out that there was a get-together that they weren't invited to, and they were not happy. Well, that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but you just have to know those two. If you ask me, Danny had the best birthday ever....home style cooking for lunch, jambalaya as requested for dinner, and the Titans pulled one off over the Colts.



The next day, we rang in the new year asleep in bed by 11:15pm.

Grant's First...

Grant and I were at our zoo class last week. We were getting ready to leave and, due to the recent potty training success, I urged Grant to try and go potty before we got in the car. Of course he didn't need to just yet so we went to the bathroom anyway to wash our hands. (He had had his hands all over the steps wanting to climb up them by himself, and I figured a little extra precaution during cold and flu season never hurt anyone.) So we washed our hands and then Grant now needed to use the potty. He went potty like a big boy, and when he was done, I said "Now we need to wash our hands again." And Grant came back with his very first "Why?". I just started grinning from ear to ear realizing I had just experienced another one Grant's first.