Backwards

Big Brother loves to dress himself now (finally)!!  Most days he comes downstairs dressed like this.   I typically do not make him fix his clothing until it is time to actually go somewhere.  Every article of clothing on him is backwards, some also inside out.  It took him so long to actually do this on his own though that I do not want him to feel like he isn't doing it right!

A few little things...

Big Brother has started to say a few things that really crack us up.  I wanted to make sure that I got some of them on the blog before he stopped doing them and before I forgot.

1.  He calls sandwiches shammits.  If you aren't listening correctly it really sounds like a not so nice word for a 3 year-old to say.
2.  If there is food on his plate that he doesn't particularly like (which, let's face it is pretty much everything or so it seems), it is "pretend food" and should not be eaten because it is not real.
3.  If you ask him if he wants to do something and the answer is no --- "nope, no thank you mommy, no thank you" is the response you will get almost every single time.  At least he is nice about it.
4.  He thinks baby sister is coming from Texas.  Every time we talk about her he asks when we are going to TX to get her.
5.  His favorite lollipop is the "wheel barrow lollipop".  Not sure which one that is?  Neither was I until I looked at the different pops in the bag.  It is rootbeer.  I have never met a kid who really even liked the brown lollipops, much less considered that flavor to be a favorite!

Adventures in Cookie Making

Last week I rounded up my little helpers in the kitchen to make some of our favorite chocolate chip cookies.  We don't do the slice and bake variety around here.  We make our cookies from scratch.  Well, maybe from now on we will do slice and bakes.  The boys were beyond excited to start making the cookies when I realized that I had only softened 1/2 of the butter I needed to make the recipe.  Being the quick thinker that I am, I decided to throw the other two sticks of butter on a cookie sheet and put them in my oven (preheated to 350) for just a minute or so to soften.  A minute passed and I decided to give them another minute.  My phone rings, it's my Mom.  She asks her usual questions, dying to know if baby girl has a name yet (no, she doesn't).  I scramble to get the butter out of the oven....it has melted everywhere.  Smoke is billowing out of the oven.  YIKES!!!  Thankfully it was only 80 some degrees and breezy that day.  I opened all the windows, made the kids go out on the deck to play and tried to quickly clean.  

cute little helpers

The boys noticed our cherry tomatoes on the deck.  They picked a few, took bites out of them (all of my cherry tomatoes have teeth marks -- haha) and threw them at each other.  Finally, the smoke cleared and we were able to return to the kitchen to finish our baking.  

As I was spooning the batter onto the cookie sheet, I noticed something red.  Yep, that is a cherry tomato in my cookie dough!  ICK!!  I tried to pick out the tomatoes as I went.  I am still unsure how many wound up in the dough but I am guessing at least 3 or 4.  I guess it is one way to get my picky little eaters to try something new.  

12 minutes later we had delicious cookies to enjoy.  The house was clear of smoke, I had found most of the tomato (I think) and the boys were impatiently waiting for the cookies to cool enough to be enjoyed.