i've created a monster

my son and i shared a bowl of ice cream the other day, and he cried when it was gone.

so did i....inside.

now, before we go any further with this story,

there's something i need to confess...

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my son is a trash digger--

and he likes to eat whatever he finds in there.

there, i said it.

don't judge--

you know we've all probably had worse in our mouths and didn't even know it.

i should know--

my husband delivers to restaurants and i hear about the filth in these places.

it's not pretty.

anyway,

he found the ice cream lid

and instead of being a mommy concerned about the germs he was ingesting,

i laughed and grabbed the camera.

it happens.

as you can see, he licked it almost clean.

i think he loves it more than i do--

as i wouldn't go digging in the trash to lick the lid...

he makes me proud...or something.

Wordless Wednesday

Just Say Please!

She woke up thirsty and wanted her cup...all I wanted was a little "Please"...







...She finally decided to say please 2.5 hrs later. How cruel we are.

To Train Up...Ali

Tonight was our first "training session" with Ali. She would scoot on her bottom across the floor to the coffee table. Every few scoots, she'd stop to clap for herself. Once she reached the coffee table, she decided to grab the magazines...and after she'd touch it, she'd look at us and clap for herself.

As cute as it was, I knew I didn't want to have to pull everything out from under there to keep her out of it...So, I would tell her "No" and flip her hand. Well, her little hand was getting red and she could care less. Finally it started to sting. She would cry like I just broke her little heart and then reach for it again. After a few more times of telling her no and flipping her hand, she would stop crying and reach for it, stop short of actually touching it, and start crying all over again. Poor thing...she's got it tough.