We ate the entire loaf in one day. This was partially due to my son's three-day sandwich binge. He's over it now, but it seemed every time I turned around, I was making him another sandwich. Luckily, as I may have mentioned before, meat with jam makes a pretty good sandwich, and I used the leftover chicken from Milk Chicken night in his sandwiches. I will write about Milk Chicken as soon as I find the fancy picture I took of some of the ingredients. It may be in my home computer, so that could be a while.
Other than the Eating Machine, things have been pretty quiet. J and I had a discussion about pushing after we went to the zoo and another kid finally pushed him back. I told him instead of pushing, he can wait for his turn, or go do something else. We were at the playground the day after that, and he started to get upset that other children were climbing on the slide he used. He started to go up to them, but then caught himself and sid, "I will wait my turn."
That worked for a few minutes, but then he got impatient as the iother kids kept sliding, and J is not quite as fast as other kids his age. He went up to a younger child and put his arms on eiothre side of the kid, without touching him, and made his frustrated, "grrrrrr" noise. It was pretty funny, and overall, I think he did well. It's nice to know he is listening about that kind of stuff.
We've been doing lots of painting and drawing, and yesterday, he drew this.
He says it's his butt. Obviously, we've been a little butt-centric lately. Now he wants me to read to him every time he goes, specifically "Toot and Puddle: Top of the World". On the last page it says, "Are you getting pooped?" which is, of course, hysterical.
Now I must return to the leftover chicken, sizzling in Marks and SPencer BBQ marinade. That and sweet corn. Mmmmmm.
Thanks for reading,
Anne
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