Peter Pan

The other night Dixon was getting over a cold and not sleeping well. He woke up in the middle of the night screaming. Scott and I were both holding our breath and praying he'd go back to sleep when we heard a large slam. We immediately came to the conclusion that Ryan and Kara had had enough and left, slamming the door on their way out. That is until we heard someone trying the door handle in Dixon's room. Turns out Dixon climbed to the top of his crib and jumped over the side, only to discover he was all out of pixie dust. Needless to say, between that and Dixon's typical destructive behavior, he looked like he'd been in a boxing match. I got some really horrible looks when I took him to the store a few days later.
Here are some recent fun pics:
Relax, I climb in here all the time when you're not looking...

Please, it's a matter of life and death! Just eat the Cheeto!!!

Cheerios? What Cheerios? What makes you think I know how they got all over the floor?!?

But your bed is so much warmer and softer...

Yeah, that's right. They're mine. All of them.