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!