Logan got to meet "Santa" the other day. He did so great, just walked right up to him and had a nice conversation. So different than his mother who would scream and hyperventilate at the thought of sitting on Santa's lap... This evening I transcribed this letter for Logan: Dear Santa, My name is Logan. For Christmas I want a new Thomas train, a freight car, a red freight car, a purple dinosaur, a yellow dinosaur, an orange dinosaur, a mad orange dinosaur, cars, Doc the Hudson Hornet, racecars, new trains, new trucks and a bear. Love Me (Logan)
We put the letter in the mail box and I explained how the whole process worked (the mailman, the north pole, etc) He was very intrigued!
an to bed and settled down in our bed. About an hour later we heard some bumps in his room, this isn't terribly unusual, he has late night tendencies. Then we heard more bumps and then some scrapes. After losing rock, paper, scissors, Brian went in to investigate. I knew it wasn't good when I heard him say, "Oh....my....God." He didn't sound scared or mad, so I figured it was just something messy. Ooooh boy, was it messy. Logan found the 3/4 full tube of Desitin and squirted it out EVERYWHERE! He rubbed it on his legs (he even removed his pants to do so), on his face, on his nightstand, on his bookshelf, in the carpet and all over his CD player. It was a greasy, baby powder scented nightmare! He knew he was busted as soon as Brian walked in and so he started to cry. We couldn't be mad because he just looked so greasy and pathetic. I asked him what he did and he said he found stuff. I asked him if it was a good idea to smear it everywhere and he said no. At least he's aware of the problem. Even 3 weeks later I'm still finding pockets of Destin smeared on stuff. At least it smells good! 
