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This is where I frequently lose Saxon.
Sometimes I hear a muffled
"Help Mommy Help"
because his head fits under the couch,
but he can't get it back out.

Sometimes I wonder if he will ever learn!
Then I realize that he has learned that every time he gets his head stuck under the couch, mom will get it back out...

These are some other funny Saxon-isms:

This morning he found a pack of crayons that I brought back from Brasil.
He held one up and asked,
"I break it?"
-No, no you cannot break it! Those are Mommy's special crayons.
A few minutes later a sad-faced Saxon hold up the broken brown crayon,
"Aww dang it!"
as if it spontaneously combusted.
-Saxon, that makes Mommy sad!
"Aww man!"
and he shows me his other hand with all of the broken crayons.
I wish I could say it was all an accident.
I'm pretty sure it was on purpose.

Last night Saxon wanted to "snuggle" in our bed.
As he was tossing and turning and rolling,
he looks up at the pictures above our bed and says:
"Mommy. Daddy. Jesus' temple.
Temple Jesus' house."
I was so proud of him.
What a smart boy!

Right now he is sitting on the couch,
listening to primary music,
reading US Weekly.

Earlier he dragged out my pink tool box
(thank you Holly)
and started telling me the names of all the tools.
Like father like son.
He walks around the house pretending to "fix" things.
Unfortunately, it's usually things that he broke to begin with.