What am I going to do?

So Dalton has been saying for a while now that he is "allergic" to vegetables. Well last night, I wimped out on cooking dinner and drove through for Chinese. Dalton loves shrimp and he loves fried rice, but would not eat the shrimp fried rice I got for him because of the few green peas that were scatter through it. Even after I told him to pick them out, he still refused to eat it. He held out too - no snacks or video games. I'm running out of ways to hide them in his food. :-)

Dalton's New Favorite Phrase

Kiss me! I'm a pirate! (Boyd read this off a bumper sticker and he thought it was funny)

Long cut

Dalton took a shortcut through the living room to meet me in the kitchen and when I commented on his shortcut, he informed me that he had taken a long cut, not a shortcut. :-)

He's Such a Boy

So Dalton is playing in my dry shower. He hops out, gives me a mischievous look and quickly shuts the bathroom door. This can't be good. I hear the sink running and when I open the door, he has both bars of soap from the shower in his hand and he is hopping down from his perch on the toilet. I told him to put my soap back in the shower and he drops them on the shower floor and tells me, "I just wanted to go skating!" It seemed perfectly logical to him. When I told him he was going to break his neck, he quickly demonstrated how he was going to just "jump off" his skates before falling.

Such a mess!

After dark

Last night Dalton informed me of the following:

After it gets dark, when I say to make me some chocolate milk, you have to make me some chocolate milk.

Mixed Intentions

Boyd and I just got to watch the cutest brother-sister moment with the kids. Dalton is getting too big for his foot-powered toy truck. When he got out, Maggie Anne wanted to get in. He picked her up and put her inside then proceeded to push her up the hill and down the sidewalk.

It was so super cute, but we should have recognized the glimmer in his eye. When he made it back to our driveway (which has a pretty good slope down to the house), he turned her to the house . . . and let go. The worst part was that she laughed the whole way down. We had to stop him from doing it again in the yard.

For the grandparents reading this, no children were harmed in the above described occurrences.

Cool Dinner

My take on gourmet preschooler cuisine!

Nacho's Grade

Dalton has gotten accustomed to me being excited about getting good grades in school. A while back we started telling him that he gets an A (or A+++, the pluses are getting out of hand at this point) when he behaves really well while out at the store or restaurant. He's gotten really into it and always wants to know right away, "Did I get an A?"

Well all that to tell you this. Tonight Dalton walked away from a pudding cup on the coffee table (after being advised not to) and Nacho helped himself to the rest of it. As I was walking into the kitchen to investigate, I saw Dalton holding Nacho's head in his hand (not in a rough way, Nacho was letting him do it) and telling him, "Nacho, you do not get an A!" He looked up at me and asked, "Should he get a D?" I said maybe he deserves an F. Dalton decided, "Let's try a Z!"

Now that's pretty bad! I told him I was glad that he wasn't one of my teachers. :-)

FINALLY!

Finally got some pictures of my favorite little folks together. Of course, it's impossible to get them to both smile in the same picture, but they are good anyway. Can't deny that they are related.

Busy Night

Met Boyd and the kids at Target after work where Dalton loves to get the cheesy pretzel and an Icee. When we got back to the car, Dalton gave a very cranky Maggie Anne a drink of his Icee. I handed it back while I buckled her into her seat and of course, she let me know how displeased she was with me. Dalton said he was going to give it back to her after I got her buckled in "because I love her." I tell you, he's a wonderful boy.

Enough said

Spiderman is the boss

When I got Dalton from school yesterday, his face had been painted like Spiderman and he was really excited about it. He was trying to boss me around after dinner and I reminded him that he was not the boss. He quickly let me know how things were when he told me, "Today I am Spiderman and Spiderman is the boss." Guess he told me!

Funny, funny guy

So last night after Dalton's bath, he got distracted from his plan (footy pajamas, Popsicle, video games) to make a Lego spaceship for his dad who was at the grocery store. I stepped over to my room to read for a minute while he was playing. He came looking for me and was very persistent that I had forgotten to do what he had told me to do. I sat down on the living room floor to help with the pajamas and asked him if he thought he was getting a little bossy. His response:

"No. If I had said it ten times . . . If I had said 'video games, video games, video games, video games, video games (we are counting these out on our fingers), video games, video games, video games, video games, video games,' (breathe) then I would be nagging . . . and nagging is not cool."

That's a boy who get it!