He says to me, “Mommy take a video!” Ooookay….
We came back from our week in the south to find that B’s garden is thriving. We have several new strawberries in progress!
B has been on a bit of a gardening kick. It all began when Oswald the Octopus started a small garden that included a lovely tomato plant. Then, Curious George grew some carrots in the country, and also helped Chef Piscetti with his rooftop garden.
Because he is a highly suggestible five-year-old, B proclaimed his desire to plant something, particularly a tomato plant, and perhaps grow some carrots from seeds. (Or maybe an apple tree. You know, nothing major.) Continue reading
I had the chance to pick up B from school recently, which is a rare experience for me. I insisted on a detour to CVS where we purchased both necessities (milk, Diet Coke) and non-necessities (gum and stickers). This meant that we deviated from the usual route, but change is good, right?
Last night, on a break from ranting about the raccoon sized hole in my kitchen ceiling, I told Mr how much I enjoyed getting to be a daytime Mommy. I think he secretly enjoyed bursting my bubble when he relayed the following quote from our son:
Daddy, please don’t let Mommy pick me up from school again. I like it so much better when you pick me up.
I’m not sure what I did wrong – I thought we were having a good time!
Oh, come on. I’m my father’s daughter. I couldn’t pass that up.
You know who loves corn? My weird kid. He begs for it, and when I bring it home from the grocery store, will eat it raw off of the cob! (Although he does prefer it cooked). Once I’ve cooked up a half-dozen ears, he’ll spend the next few days eating them as snacks until they’ve all been consumed.
This picture kills me. I had to include it twice.