Jack Hanna is my Hero

Good news - No one woke up in the middle of the night last night.  It would have been a nice peaceful night of sleep if only I had gone to bed at a more normal hour for me (9:30 PM instead of the very late 11:45 PM).

Bad news - Waking up this morning was hell.  John came down at 6 AM on the dot.  Not so bad because he'll climb into bed and let a sleepy mommy snuggle for a while.  Just has we had settled under the covers Andrew wakes up, calling for his animals and permission to leave his bed.  John hops out and heads to Andrew's room.  Andrew refuses to budge but continues to call for me so up I get.  The minute he sees me he begins with a steady string of "Jack Anna, Zoo Baby...."  Meanwhile, I have noticed that his diaper has leaked and he needs to be changed.  Apparently Andrew has decided that we are now a clothing and diaper optional household and refuses to let me cover his bottom.  After five minutes of epic screaming and kicking (Andrew) and restraining and bribing (me), I manage to get both diaper and pants back on the littlest Anderson.  Now, I am enjoying a brief moment of internet bliss as the boys partake in Jack Hanna's Zoo Life - Zoo Babies video.

Nothing calms a screaming Andrew like a little Jack Hanna in the morning.  Although, couch battles have begun, Sam is asking for a band-aid and Andrew is on the move.  Looks like my internet retreat is over; hopefully, this is no indication on how the rest of the day will proceed.

Almost two...hear me roar

Just in case you were wondering, the third child of my trio of boys is about to turn two.  Andrew is normally quite the mild-mannered fellow who goes well with the flow and isn't rattled by much.  All of this came to a crashing halt on Monday when my charming little boy turned into a screaming, kicking little monster.  This earned him a quick trip to his bedroom where he continued to rant for several minutes.  After a few minutes of isolation, I opened his door to take this picture:

Andrew in all his misery with his precious puppy and hippo in his arms.  I have no idea what brought this tantrum on and as quickly as everything started, it ended.  After five minutes of ranting in his room, two minutes of me struggling to put socks and shoes on his feet, and a quick wipe of the nose, I took this picture.

Happy-go-lucky Andrew safely aboard his wagon.  This summer could be an interesting ride with yet another Anderson male experiencing the ups and downs of being two.