Thoughtfetti

On Tuesday, Mum, Bird and I went to the craft store, among other errands. Mum needed some fancy thread for her embroidery machine and I needed some more paper for the note cards I'm making. Bird was just along for the ride, but while at the craft store he and Gramlin (what he calls Mum) were exploring (because looking at fifty thousand different pieces of paper is boring if you're an adult - for a kid, it's the absolute pits) and found the aisle full of kid's crafting projects. There they saw, and of course had to add to the cart, the Stuff-a-Saurus. It's a kit with a dino "shell" and some stuffing, a book about dinos, and of course a voice box with roaring dino sound. We stuffed it when we got home, and Bird has named it Ninus. Ninus sleeps with Bird, clutched in his little arms. Every now and then Bird rolls over or move in his sleep, and Ninus roars. I don't know why, but that makes me giggle every time.
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I think my son is trying to kill himself. This morning he scampered into my room and wanted to cuddle, which I thought sounded lovely - after a quick detour to the, erm, necessary. While I was otherwise occupied, Bird scaled the bed, crawled under the sheet, and was playing...something. I heard a thud and a clatter and thought he maybe knocked a pillow onto my nightstand - until I heard him start to wail. Turns out, he'd rolled right off the bed and hit the nightstand on his way down...with his spine! Yep...he hit the pointy corner of my big nightstand with his back and will probably have a lovely bruise to show for it. At least he didn't dent himself this time. For a few minutes, I thought he was going to be sick, but he managed to calm down with some kisses and cuddles from mommy. Sigh. I asked him if it still hurt, just now, and he said "No, the cuddles made it better." I still have the magnificent mom powers, it seems. Sweet.
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We are having toaster waffles for breakfast, and the Evil Genius has eaten four so far. I say "so far" because I have no idea how many he'll actually pack away - the child is a bottomless pit! I remember Mum saying that to Big Brother when I was little, and I always thought it was hilarious because I had no idea what it really meant. Now, she has my sympathies. Is it only boys who have hollow limbs for storing food?
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We are trying to see if Bird can sleep without nappies through the night. I wouldn't mind leaving that expense behind, but so far...not terribly successful. I will likely be doing laundry every day for a while unless I want to go back to nappies at night. I'm thinking of getting several more mattress pads and sheet sets and layering the bottoms so all I have to do is pull 'em off as needed. I did that with crib sheets, layering pads and sheets and just pulling off the top layer when it was soiled so I didn't have to remake the crib eleventy-million times a day (yes, I really am that lazy). Any thoughts?