Mischief Managed!

I'd say that our apartment is pretty well baby-proofed, with the obvious exception noted in the last post.  A friend that stayed with us awhile ago commented how good it was that we were keeping Parker safe.  Uh, yes, safe, that's it.  Riiiiiight.  Of course we keep doors that have chemicals, knives, etc. locked, but for the most part it's actually because it's much easier to keep things clean and organized that can't be accessed by toddler hands.

The lock on our refrigerator broke last week and it took Parker all of four hours to find out.  It's now his favorite place to play.  Many things have been pulled out and spilled out onto the floor and once he slipped in the juice of some peaches that spilled, which I thought would be a deterrent from further play, but he seems to have forgotten.

Sometimes he likes to try and close the door on himself and hide in the fridge.  He'll say "bye bye!" and then a moment later, "Boo!"  Other times he'll just sit on the shelf and tell himself a story.

He's going to be so sad once the new lock arrives in the mail.

I Think I Need A Lock On My Makeup Drawer

Happy Haircut!

Guess Parker's Favorite Parent

And I'll give you a hint... It's not me.

Paul almost always gets up with Parker (for which I'm sure he will be rewarded countless blessings in Heaven), but a few weeks ago Paul was feeling under the weather, so I dragged my lazy bones out of bed to attend to our screaming child.  When Paul gets Parker in the morning, I usually hear Parker say "hello!" or "hi!" or "door."  Expecting the same warm welcome, I was rather disgruntled when Parker saw me and cried, "Nooooooooo!" and then threw himself back onto his mattress.  It has played out the same way every other time in the last two weeks that I've woken up with him. 

Sadly, it doesn't stop there. 

Parker knows that he has to hold a hand when we're in a parking lot.  If ever the three of us are together it goes a little like this:
Me: "Parker, hold my finger."
Parker: "Noooooooo!"
Me: "Ok, then hold Daddy's finger."
Parker: Squeals in delight and runs to hold Paul's finger.

Also... I usually get out of the car before Paul and when Parker sees me through the back window he (assuming that I'm about to get him out of his carseat) screams "Noooooooo!"  Suddenly he's happy as a clam when Paul opens up the back door and proceeds to unstrap the restraints.

Two nights ago I came into the living room holding Parker's pajamas and a diaper and said, "Ok, Parker let's get ready for nigh-nigh," Parker said... well, I'll let you guess what happened next.

Sometimes when he acts like this I'm tempted to be offended.  Does he know who carried him in the womb for nine long months?  Does he realize what I've sacrificed in order to stay at home and play cars with him and change those stinky diapers?  Doesn't he know that I'm actually the cooler parent?  (Just kidding about the last one.)  But then I remember that his preference for Paul over me actually makes my job easier, not to mention that I think it makes Paul feel special, so I guess it's okay. 

Applesauce

Earlier this week Parker and I spent the day at Grammy's house learning how to make and jar homemade applesauce.  This stuff is so good!  Way, way, way better than the stuff you buy from the store.  Unless that store is Trader Joe's, then in that case, it's pretty comparable.  What I thought would be a year's supply may end up only being a month's supply.

HALLOWEEN

We really lived up Halloween this year.  Parker was a puppy (although most of the time you couldn't tell because he didn't like wearing his hat), Paul was Brian Wilson and I was a fairy.  It started with our ward Trunk-or-Treat.  Here we are in the "photo booth."

Paul with his friend Jared, aka Nacho:

Our car:  (We carved pumpkins this year for the first time since we've been married!)

On Halloween morning, a bunch of girls from the ward got together with the kiddos for a party and lunch. 

We weren't planning on trick-or-treating with Parker, but he got soooo excited just handing out candy to other kids that came to our door, that we decided to visit a few apartments in our neighborhood.

And then the REAL fun began- Parker got to eat his candy! 

The Pumpkin Patch

Choosing a pumpkin:

Helping Parker smile/checking for periodontal disease:

Getting a ride from a wheelbarrow:

Getting chased by a wheelbarrow:

Corn Maze Conquered!

Playing on the hay: