October 11th, 2011

Happy 2nd Birthday Camden James Tilley! Oh yea... and Happy Anniversary, Nick. :)
The other day, Camden was helping Nana do laundry. He helped load the clothes from the washer to the dryer. He then pushed the clean clothes basket to Nana's room to fold. He wouldn't let her carry the basket. Then they put another load in the wash and Camden shut the washer door on Nana's head.
While Camden was home last week with Nana, he was standing by the TV. He let out a huge toot and then backed up so Nana could smell to see if it was just a toot or something more. He couldn't walk toward Nana and then turn around, he had to back into her.
On the day of Camden's birthday party, Nana was giving him a bath. I was out in the living room eating the snacks before the guests arrived. As Camden was getting out of the tub he asked "Mom, work?" I have never felt so guilty in my life.
Sunday morning, we brought Camden in our room when he woke up. At about 6:30 he started to get antsy to get up and play. Nick and I were not ready to get up. So Nick put Camden on the floor and said go find Nana.Camden walked all the way across the house to Nana's room and started knocking on her door and saying Nana wake up. Nana was cracking up and lucky for us, got up to play with him!
I took the boys to Walgreens by myself after work yesterday to pick up a prescription. It was chaotic. Kellan was crying and would only stop if I made funny faces at him. Camden refused to put his shoes on, so I had to try to keep him sitting in the grocery cart. This was no small feat. As I was talking to the pharmacist trying to learn the proper instructions on how to medicate my child, Camden was screaming "AIRPLANE!" at the top of his lungs. He had pulled my Southwest credit card out of my purse and obviously he was thrilled with the fact there was an airplane on it. I looked at the pharmacist and said, is it just me or does it seem like I have 50 kids with me. She gave me a sympathetic smile as I looked down and saw that Camden had pulled my Xanax prescription out of my purse and was shaking it like a rattle.
I tried to hightail it out of there, but you can only go so fast pushing and steering a cart with one hand, making funny faces, and restraining a shoeless boy with the other hand. It was the slowest getaway ever...
Camden got a birthday card that had stickers in it yesterday. I handed him the stickers and he immediately began to peel them off the paper and stick them to his face. I have no idea where this came from. It was time to eat dinner so I tried to peel the (75) stickers off his face. He screamed! All throughout the night I would try to take the stickers off, but that would have been the beginning of World War 3. Finally, once he was snoring in his bed, I peeled the stickers off one by one. Lesson learned.