Gwyn @ 4 months:
Here are the kids while I was making dinner. Gwyn is a little upset because she asked for a pat of butter (I was slicing it to put on some garlic bread), so I gave her one, which she liked and ate it plain, then wanted another, and another, so after 3 pats of plain butter, I told her she had had enough, because I thought surely I was breaking some good-mom-guideline about feeding your kids straight butter, anyway, she was upset because she wanted more butter. I tried putting butter on the bread for her to eat it, but she can somehow eat all the spread on butter off of the bread without eating any bread itself, a technique she probably mastered while watching Jacob lick every ounce of icing off a cupcake while leaving the entire cupcake totally intact.
I let the kids each bring one toy in the car everytime we leave to go somewhere (you can imagine how my car looks). Anyway, we got in the car and pulled out and Gwyn realized that she forgot to bring a toy and Jacob had one of those talking chipmunks (mcdonald's happy meal toy), but we were already gone from the house and we weren't going far, so I told her she would just have to remember the next time. Then, all upset, I hear this over and over for the next 10 minutes "I got nothing." sniff, sniff "I got nothing." boo, hoo "I got nothing." It was pretty funny.
Jacob said he was the Daddy and Gwyn was the Mommy and that Brian and I were the kids. I told him okay, I'll play this game: I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, I need help putting my socks and shoes on, I need my jacket, I want to go outside, I have to go potty, Gwyn is being too loud, I got a little bit of dirt on my shirt, so I need a new shirt, I need a snack, I want to watch Little Bear, no, not that episode, I want the one where Little Bear goes fishing, you've never taken me fishing, I need milk, I want to go outside and play, push me in the swing, higher, higher, higher, play pirate ship with me, no, you can't be captain, I'm the captain, you are the cook, I need a new shirt, this one is scratchy, can I have a treat?, it is my turn, Gwyn hit me, I spilled my milk, oops, I spilled all my crackers and then stepped on them and tracked little crumbs all over the floor you just swept, you are sick, will you play dr?, I don't need to blow my nose.
Jacob thought that was so funny, he laughed and laughed. I love that little boy!
This week has been great, we've been able to play outside everyday, the weather has been beautiful and we're getting in park days and bicycle time like crazy. Gwyn is determined, so I'm sure it won't be long and you'll see a video of her riding her little pink bike!
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