January 10: What an interesting day
Today was hilarious and tender, all at the same time. Today I realized that younger siblings just adore their older siblings and desperately want to do what the older sibling is doing (at least, this is true in the case of A and B).
We woke up a little later this morning, and A was starving, so instead of going to Our Daily Bread, we ended up making waffles at home. I hit upon a fabulous recipe for waffles -- not fussy, and yet delicious. It was the standard waffle recipe in Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone. That woman knows how to cook. Everything.
We did some yard work, puttered around, and basically had a lovely morning. I made some sweet potato muffins -- we had leftover baby food from the shower games yesterday and I made up a recipe to use it up, as well as some sweet potatoes.
G and A decided that they were going to do some bottle recycling (this is a big adventure for A) and perhaps a little grocery shopping. When A and G got home, they returned with some *delicious* food -- including little "bow tie" pasta and hot dogs. Well, for lunch, A ate -- actually ate -- "bow tie" pasta and chicken nuggets. A calls the pasta "duck wings"-- ah, G can sell about anything!
A ate the pasta with ketchup. He wouldn't consider trying marinara sauce, but we'll take what we can get. He didn't even gag, cry, or whine while trying it! And for dinner, he wanted the pasta again, this time with hot dogs. OMG. Who is this kid? Alien A makes a return? I'll tell you this for free: A and G are doing the grocery shopping every weekend from now on -- if A's going to start eating just because he gets to making a purchasing decision, then G's got a new house chore! Interestingly, if I take A grocery shopping, he's totally not interested in making decisions and just begs for snacks (which he's done since he was six months old).
You will remember, of course, that A loves swords and that we regularly "sword fight" here at the Weebert household. So Baby B was adorable at dinner. G was trying his best to get food into his mouth and B was just brandishing a plastic spoon at him. G got frustrated, so he tried to get the spoon away from B while he had another spoon in his hand. The spoons clanked and B was SO excited. He continued clanking his spoon with G's spoon -- seemingly to simulate sword fighting. A was so very impressed with his skills!
So A said to G, when G was putting him to bed, "Don't forget, I'm king of the house!" Juxtapose that with the thought of A, standing in my bathroom with his pants around his ankles, brandishing a sword in the mirror and admiring his poses. It's just incredible parenting these boys!
We woke up a little later this morning, and A was starving, so instead of going to Our Daily Bread, we ended up making waffles at home. I hit upon a fabulous recipe for waffles -- not fussy, and yet delicious. It was the standard waffle recipe in Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone. That woman knows how to cook. Everything.
We did some yard work, puttered around, and basically had a lovely morning. I made some sweet potato muffins -- we had leftover baby food from the shower games yesterday and I made up a recipe to use it up, as well as some sweet potatoes.
G and A decided that they were going to do some bottle recycling (this is a big adventure for A) and perhaps a little grocery shopping. When A and G got home, they returned with some *delicious* food -- including little "bow tie" pasta and hot dogs. Well, for lunch, A ate -- actually ate -- "bow tie" pasta and chicken nuggets. A calls the pasta "duck wings"-- ah, G can sell about anything!
A ate the pasta with ketchup. He wouldn't consider trying marinara sauce, but we'll take what we can get. He didn't even gag, cry, or whine while trying it! And for dinner, he wanted the pasta again, this time with hot dogs. OMG. Who is this kid? Alien A makes a return? I'll tell you this for free: A and G are doing the grocery shopping every weekend from now on -- if A's going to start eating just because he gets to making a purchasing decision, then G's got a new house chore! Interestingly, if I take A grocery shopping, he's totally not interested in making decisions and just begs for snacks (which he's done since he was six months old).
You will remember, of course, that A loves swords and that we regularly "sword fight" here at the Weebert household. So Baby B was adorable at dinner. G was trying his best to get food into his mouth and B was just brandishing a plastic spoon at him. G got frustrated, so he tried to get the spoon away from B while he had another spoon in his hand. The spoons clanked and B was SO excited. He continued clanking his spoon with G's spoon -- seemingly to simulate sword fighting. A was so very impressed with his skills!
So A said to G, when G was putting him to bed, "Don't forget, I'm king of the house!" Juxtapose that with the thought of A, standing in my bathroom with his pants around his ankles, brandishing a sword in the mirror and admiring his poses. It's just incredible parenting these boys!
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