My Hero!

When Grandpa W came to visit he brought one of Brian's old Superman books with him. Brian is a HUGE Superman fan, so we have been working on teaching him Superman and how to make a "whooshing" flying sound after we say it. Yesterday Chase came running up to me squealing, "Soup-man! Soup-man!" I turned around and he had the Superman book in his hand. I pointed to Superman and said, "Who's that?" His reply: "Daddy!" Brian was so proud. He then pointed to a lady Superman was saving and said, "Mommy!" Awwwww....

With all the Superman hype going on yesterday I thought, "Wait a minute.... Didn't Grandma K buy you some Superman PJ's awhile back?" Yes, she did. They were way too big when she bought them but I put them away until he was big enough. I pulled them out and sure enough, they were size 2T. Here he is showing them off, with his new cheesy smile!

And here's a shot of the removable cape:

And this next photo made me laugh. For those of you who watch Smallville (of course Brian does!), here is our little Superman on red kryptonite:

I find this all very funny because just before changing into his Superman PJ's for the night we had major bathtub drama. The Daily Planet headline would have read something like this:

SUPERMAN NO MATCH FOR BATHTUB FUZZIES

Chase is terrified of anything floating in the bathtub. I have to make sure there are no towel fuzzies left in the tub and make sure he doesn't have sock fuzzies between his toes before he gets in. If not... let the drama begin! He's in the bath and having a good time when all of a sudden he spots something floating toward him. He lets out a scream of sheer terror, jumps to his feet and starts clinging to me, trying to climb out of the tub. Getting him to calm down is NOT an easy task.

Half the time I can't even see what he is screaming about, it's so small. When I can find it I scoop it out and spend a lot of time showing him the fuzzy and letting him touch it, saying, "It's just a fuzzy. Fuzzies are our friends. We like fuzzies. They can't hurt you." Once he's face-to-face with the fuzzy he is OK, but when they start floating toward him it's the same thing all over again! And god forbid I don't see it and it's about to touch him! He tries to run around the tub as I try to get him to sit down. It is not a fun battle.

The first time he did it I will admit I laughed hysterically. I felt like such a bad mom because he was seriously TERRIFIED and I could not pull myself together. I could barely hold him I was laughing so hard.

So, anyway, when I put those Superman PJ's on after the bath last night I thought, "What a superhero!!" Ha ha!

OH, well. He'll always by my little hero, anyway.