| Disclaimer: I need to start a journal and write all of the Scott stories that only a mom would love in it. I haven’t done that yet, so Xanga may be getting more than it’s share. New Year’s Resolution, perhaps? Anyway, this is a long post. Feel free to scroll down to the pictures (as if you needed my permission). Those of you who know me well know that I have no sense of direction. East? West? Right? Left? Well, I’m thinking that God blessed me with a junior Garmin that sits in my back carseat. Scott has been “wowing “ us with his ability to remember directions, streets, and identify places that we’ve only been to one time. He’s now asking for us to name new places as we drive by. Yesterday I had to tell him that a building was called, “Fine Wine and Spirits.” It will be interesting to hear what he says next time we drive past there again. A few times we’ve been out driving and have come to an intersection, and he will point and say, “That way to our old house.” He’s consistently nailed it. The other day, Scott pointed at the back of the Target building and before he could see the sign or anything, said, “Target!” I said, “Wow, Scott! YOU….” And before I could complete my sentence, he quickly said, “Are amazing!” I’m not sure if those were the exact words I was going for, but I had to laugh and agree. Tonight he was being silly and hiding his pajamas from me. I said, “Scott, you…” (the word rascal was what I had in mind). Instead Scott piped up again and said, “Are amazing!” Amazing…maybe. Humble…not so much. 
Here Scott is sitting on the step "waiting for Daddy to come home"...Scott was only 5 hours too early.
A few weeks ago, Scott was doing a happy dance on our hardwood floor. I was watching him when all of the sudden he slipped and fell face first onto the floor. He managed to take a chip out of the floor with his front tooth. We took him to a dentist and he was able to push his dislodged tooth back in place (kind of). The dentist did x-rays and told us that Scott’s front tooth may or may not turn brown. Time will tell. Scott was nervous at the dentist’s office, but you may not have known. He held it together, followed the dentist’s commands, and was very brave. They gave him a toy, so now he’s ready to go back! The other day he slipped on the floor again, but he quickly stood up and told me that he did NOT hurt his tooth. Perhaps this should have been done earlier, but we used this opportunity to have Scott give up his pacifier when sleeping. We told him it was for the good of his tooth, and he seemed okay with that. He’s only asked for it a couple of times since. But…he’s stopped wanting to nap. Another mom told me that her kid gave up naps when she took away his pacifier. AHHH!! What have I done?
At what age do kids give up naps? Scott’s not even 2 ½ yet. Doesn’t this seem like it’s too early? When he doesn’t nap, he gets cranky in the evenings. A small part of me, like 5%, will be okay when he’s done with naps so that we do not have to plan our afternoon around it. Then again, I like planning my afternoon around it. Please tell me this will pass and that he will nap until age 5 or so.
 
Other Scott quotes as of late (for the Mommy record): “The moon is following us home.” “Talk about combines again.” (I ramble about combines as if I know what I’m talking about. Apparently, I’m doing a good job because Scott keeps telling me to repeat this conversation.) “Mommy is a hungry girl.” (Said randomly as we were driving home. Thankfully I wasn’t stuffing my face. This would have been rather embarrassing.)   My dad and I surprised Scott by taking him to the zoo on Saturday. Fun times!
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