First Hair Cut

Uncle Walter talked me into getting Braylen's hair cut. I didn't really want to but before he came he talked me into it. After I was convinced I was a little excited on one hand I didn't want to cut off his curls but on the other I was sick of his hair being a mess. I don't like for him to look dirty and to me his hair being a mess made him look dirty. So we got his hair cut by the guy named Brandon who used to cut Walter's hair.

Little Sneak

The little sneak that he is, he got into grandma's markers and took a marker to his room. He was being a little too quiet so I checked on him and found him lying on his bed hiding one of his hands and then i saw his sheets and knew what he was doing. I looked around the room and found marker on his pillow, sheets, bed posts, plastic dresser, door and finally the wall but of course he drew on his face. Since I claim him I had to clean it off of the wood work Grandpa had just re stained. Luckily tooth paste works. My mom heard somewhere that tooth paste takes marker off of wood and IT DOES. Hallelujah!

Uncle Walter

Uncle Walter took leave and was home on the first. Braylen loved it, it was someone else he could ruff around and he had a cool new phone to get into. Bonus right?! He didn't like it when Uncle Walter would leave either. Every time Walter would go some where Braylen would freak, ok well maybe not every time but it felt like it.

First Snow Day

This year was the first year that Braylen played in the snow. He was so excited because he had his new boots and snow pants on. When I bought his boots he had to wear them right away. When it was nap time he refused to take them off so I let him wear them to bed.

When we got outside he went right into the snow and started trying to grab it. He loves to through the snow in ball form or not. I of course was freezing because I didn't have as much clothes on but he didn't care. He climbed in the snow and dragged sticks through it seeing the trail left behind him. I let him play until I saw his lips turning purple but he refused to go inside, so I had to grab him and carry him into the house and pried his coat and boots off. I told him he could wear the pants but he still wasn't happy with mommy.

Vacuuming

Of course after Christmas morning I knew that the vacuum would be his favorite toy and it has been. Every time me or mom vacuums he has to pull out his vacuum and help. The best part is that whenever we put the vacuum away his get put right next to ours or he gets mad.

It's been a while

I haven't blogged in forever and i now Christmas was long over due but i just have been to lazy to blog. I have a lot more to come. Sorry!