Someone’s slippin’ my kid magic beans. Only, he didn’t throw them out the window, he ate ’em. And now he’s growing up overnight.
Exhibit A: My little picky eater has decided, in the last two days, to eat rare and wonderful things like pears, rice, steak and carrots! Maybe you don’t understand the weight of this. To him, this is akin to being handed a plate of pig’s feet, monkey tails, grub worms and tree bark. Everyday, he gets a plate of the same stuff everyone else eats, and everyday he picks at it, eats his bread, drinks his milk, and claims the rest is inedible. For three days now though, he’s cleaned his plate without acting like an unwilling participant in the kiddie version of Fear Factor. He ATE carrots for pity’s sake. CARROTS!
Exhibit B: He told me on the way to the gym that he had decided today was the day he would ride the red slide. People this is THE RED SLIDE. It has been his Mount Everest for months. He can barely gaze upon it without breaking out into a cold sweat. Kids have gone missing on this thing. They go up, and they never come down! Well today he scaled it, and rode down with a look on his face like, “It ain’t no thang.”
Exhibit C: He has decided he’s done with diapers. He wanted big boy underpants and he wanted them NOW. He got ’em, and he did the deed in the potty all day, with a few minor mishaps.
When the older boys were potty training, we gave them a jellybean for a successful visit to the throne.
So what did Daddy think was appropriate for the third kid?
Maybe it’ll stunt his growth. 🙂
Today was the birthday of one of our favorite people too.
Nana, the boys’ grandmother, turned 29!!!! Congrats on the milestone, Nana. Maybe one day you’ll hit 30. Or not.
My biggest fellas did a really cool thing to surprise her. They made an entire cake, beginning to end, all by themselves. Ryder would have helped, but he was passed out cold from the sugar crash.
I helped read the directions, and gave some suggestions here and there (“might want to remove the eggshells before you turn the mixer on, hon”), but I did not touch a spoon, bowl, whisk or measuring cup.
It darn near killed me, but they were so proud of themselves.
It was Paula Deen’s Double Chocolate Gooey Butter Cake.
We really didn’t think that an entire package of cream cheese, a box of powedered sugar and two sticks of butter would make it rich enough though, so they put whipped cream and sliced strawberries on top.
It was crazy good, and if that doesn’t serve as antidote for those magic beans, I don’t know what will.