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!