Showing posts with label Real life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Real life. Show all posts

1.11.2018

Conversations with Jones


This morning on the way to school Jones presented all these ideas he had:
1. Him -  “Mom I need keys.  I want to be Mr Craig and teach school and lock the doors.  Do you think I can grow a beard.”
Me - “you want to be a teacher?”
“Yes Mr Craig he has keys to lock the door.  I want to lock the doors.”
Then later at school he announces to Mr Craig “Hey there are now two Mr. Craig’s.  me and you.  I am getting keys and a beard. Then I will be grown up and be you.”
Everyone had a good laugh.  The other teachers who heard are now calling him Mr. Craig.

2. Him “Mom can we discuss what is happening after school?”
Me - “sure we need to go to the store.”
Him - “sure. Before dark,  I want a picnic, and campfire.”
Me - “it’s supposed to rain all evening.”
Him - “we have blankets.  Do they have camphouses atthe store?  Do you think we need to dig a hole for our campfire? Maybe Mrs Linda wants a campfire at her house?”
Me - “it’s winter but we could get a tent from the garage when it’s warmer, we have a few.”
Him - “can we campfire? We need a hole and bricks and pokers.”
Me - “perhaps we should research the fire pit.  We could probably make one when it’s warmer and everything isn’t all wet.”
Him - “I think mrs Linda has one already we can borrow hers”
Me - “you can ask”

3.  Him - “do crocadillys like guacamole?”
Me - “no I think crocodiles like chickens and fish and birds.”
Him - “ahh so they like chicken-fish guacamole and probably corn dogs ”
Me - “exactly.”

11.15.2015

Date Life with a Toddler

We went out for steak the other night.  Jones attempted to use the booster seat it lasted long enough for him to grab all the things on the table and then we resorted to putting him into the belted high chair (ahhhhh much better).  
He did enjoy sorting the sugar packs with me, and then one went in his mouth and we promptly snatched them out of his eyesight.  He continued to enjoy himself though waving at all the servers and employees as they passed by.  He also decided despite his normal distaste for bread that he was into it and are two whole pieces. He also ate his mashed potatoes with a butter knife which he seemed to think was a spoon.  We tried several attempts to swap it out to screaming fits in which we just gave back the butter knife.  
He seems to prefer mommys well done steak to daddy's rare although he eats them both.  At the end of dinner jones needed his own take out box too for his crayons as he was very interested in the one with leftover steak in it.  
Overall aside from a few screaming fits about the knife, and the giant mess he made on the floor it was a good date.