A little background for you for today's stories...
Usually for breakfast, Charlie eats at the kitchen table (cereal and milk) and Weston eats at the "kid table" (usually a poptart or toast). Weston can't eat by Charlie because if she sees his food, she wants it more than hers. So the rules are, Charlie has to eat her cereal, and when she's done, I warn Weston to grab whatever he's eating and finish it, then I take the plate away before Charlie can make a grab for it and subsequently spill it all over the floor in her glee.
Also, when taking my son to the bathroom, Charlie usually totters after us and gives Weston high fives while he uses the facilities :)
Today, Charlie had finished her breakfast, Weston had been warned, and his plate taken away and moved to heights to avoid spills. Then he had to go potty.
I first wondered what was going on when Charlie didn't promptly follow us in....
Then, we came out, and I realized why.
She had climbed up the kitchen chair, grabbed Weston's remaining breakfast, took it to the kitchen table next to her (mostly) empty cereal bowl (she needed the spoon, of course) and proceeded to gorge herself on all of it.
It. Was. A. MESS.
But she was so pleased with herself :)
This, Mom. This is what I wanted.
*say it with sass*... "MooooooOOOOm..... more pictures?!"
carrots are hard to chew when you have ill timed teeth
What, you never had a grape and cheese taco before??
(sorry, apparently I only had time to photograph my children today when they were eating)
We walked Dixie after dark today so we could see all the Christmas lights!
I think about 30% of our neighbors have their lights out already, so it was fun- Weston particularly enjoyed himself, couldn't believe he was out "at DARK!"
Side note, he loves how God makes the moon brighter when it gets darker ;)
Also,
After four straight days of reading “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” I think Weston has the wrong idea....
“Dude, you have to be nicer or no one is going to want to be your friend...”
“No Mom... remember the Grinch?”
“What about him?”
“He was mean and he had all those friends and they let him cut the beast!”
“Dude, you have to be nicer or no one is going to want to be your friend...”
“No Mom... remember the Grinch?”
“What about him?”
“He was mean and he had all those friends and they let him cut the beast!”
Happy Holidays, folks!
