This morning we had to get up and at it early to take the boys to VBS. As usual, I told Kaitlyn she needed to get dressed, so the pajamas (or "pumamas" as she calls them) came off in a flash, and she ran to her clothes drawer for me to open. Very fashion-minded, Kaitlyn will not just allow me to pick an outfit for her. She has to stand at her drawer for a few minutes, weighing her options. She chose the striped shorts. I then selected a green shirt to go with them and walked out of the room. She wasn't satisfied and had me open the drawer back up, because she wanted the white shirt to go with them. Okay, that's settled. Then, it was shoe time. She wanted to wear her brand-new $3.85 pair of Target shoes, along with socks. PINK socks she yelled at me as I went back into the room to select some socks for her. White socks wouldn't do. So, we wrestled the pair of too-small pink socks (apparently I should have also acquired some new socks from Target) onto her, along with her shoes. When I announced it was time for everyone to get into the car, off runs Kaitlyn. She grabs her hat, worn backwards, selects a gray purse from among her stash, opens a kitchen drawer and grabs a cup to pour some cheerios into for snacking on in the car, and she's ready to go! I must say, she may be high-maintenance, but she still gets ready before her brothers do. Let's hope that lasts.
IN REYRE FORM
Monday, July 21, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
More Food Tales
A little addendum to my last blog:
Cotter at the dinner table tonight, while staring at the plate of extra hot dogs: "Well, I already had 2 hot dogs, so that's enough. Isn't it?" Translation: "I'd really like another one, but I'm pretty sure we have a 2-hotdog-max in this family. I might as well end it with a question on the off-chance I'll get another."
Meanwhile, Aidan, who ate two hot dogs, an apple, some baked beans, a half of a cob of corn and an extra piece of toast, asked for another dog, too, albeit a little less subtly. He didn't get any farther than Cotter did.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Life with Two Hungry Boys
It seems the boys are constantly hungry. Aidan, especially, can devour an amazing amount of food. But, I think Cotter still needs a little practice listening to his hunger cues.
Cotter: "Mommy, I'm hungry."
Becky: "Cotter, you JUST ate lunch!"
Cotter: "Oh yeah. So, I guess I'm not hungry."
Also, often, when he wants to be done with a less-than-desireable meal, Cotter will say, "Mommy, can I be full?"
And, what great timing. As I'm sitting here typing this blog, Cotter just called out, "Is it dinner time yet, Mommy?" It's not even 2:00 in the afternoon.
Anyone who has made it all the way through the teenage years with two boys...you are definitely going to have to give me some tips as to how to fill them up on a budget. Mum Ivy??