At the dinner table. Penelope has tried her lasagne and has decided to like it. Griffin is refusing to eat anything.
Me: Bubby, you need to at least take a bite.
Poe: Try it Griffin, you'll like it. I like it!
Poe: Ok, well if you won't eat it then I will.
Poe: Ok, I'm going to eat it! (in a sing-songy voice)
Griff: (louder) No!
Poe: Well then YOU eat it.
You can see where this is going. Later, when he's been in time out (crying the whole time) she comes up to me and says "Mommy, Bubby doesn't want to be in time-out, can he get out now?" Um. No.
Earlier: "Bubby is my favorite boy. He's the best boy I ever saw!"
And: "Mommy, I love Griffin. He's the silliest boy in the world." Yes honey, yes he is.
Griffin isn't nearly as nice to Poe as she is to him, but he'll get there (granted, she's not always nice to him).
Other things she said today: "I don't want to be in a good mood!"
Luckily that didn't last. She drives me nutty sometimes, but she really is a sweet child. Really, really sweet. And so loving. We are so, so lucky.
The boy-child's 3's will not be nearly as calm. This I can guarantee. But he's probably the most prolific hugger of any 2 year old I know. And a snuggler. Child will full body slam you and then come in for a surprisingly ferocious hug and a very loud kiss.
I love my babies.
Taste Test: January
3 weeks ago