I’m changing Adelaide’s diaper while Matthew & I sing one rendition of The Poopy Song. Matthew breaks mid “cha-cha-cha-cha” to explain to his sister, in his most serious tone with his most serious facial expression, that “We don’t eat poopy because it’s DANGEROUS.”
After trying on and off throughout the afternoon, Adelaide has finally figured out how to play the harmonica!! Or at least make a little music with it. 🙂 She is quite thrilled with her accomplishment, and so are we!
Our kiddos certainly don’t want for praise, acknowledgment, or encouragement. I was feeding Adelaide her dinner while Mike and Matthew were whipping up some smoothies. (She had a late nap, and, consequently, a late dinner.) Whenever Matthew got a “good job,” “awesome work,” or “way to go,” Adelaide stopped eating to clap for her big brother. 😀
Chefs Daddy and Matthew made us some yummy strawberry-banana smoothies this evening amid an interesting kitchen physics discussion that briefly (and lightly) touched upon such topics as the Venturi Effect, Bernoulli’s Principle, and vortexes. ROFLOL The smoothies were delicious, and Chef Matthew had a great time learning how to operate the blender. 😀
Mike made this light and yummy Brown Rice Salad to go along with dinner tonight (lightly seasoned turkey meatballs and sautéed squash & zucchini). It was fantastic!
He suggested that next time we mix up the dressing separately before tossing with the rest of the salad. We also found the dressing mild, so we might up the crushed red pepper and Dijon mustard next time as well.
We’re playing with magnetic letters and numbers. Matthew just asked about the small “t.” “What is it?” he asked, and I answered, “It’s a small letter “t.” Matthew replied, “Oh, it’s a baby t! Where is baby t’s daddy?”
RDA. Random displays of affection. This is one of Matthew’s super powers.
I’m feeling pretty raw right now what with the lack of sleep & all, and no doubt it’s showing on my face & in my disposition. We’re sitting at the table having lunch when Matthew reaches over, takes my hand, and kisses it. Then he leans down and presses his little cheek against my hand, looks me in the eye, & tells me that he loves me. Then, without missing a beat, he went right back to munching. Thank you, Lord, for moments like this.