He insisted on both macaroni & cereal for dinner… and made it through half before completely passing out at 7 pm. You know, he doesn’t NEED a nap anymore.
He has never had one, but he’s been referring to Jolly Ranchers as Cherry Spit, we’re not really sure why, but he does have a point. They do make your spit taste like cherries.
And counting in Spanish to cinqo before starting back over at dos. Thank you Toy Story 3 and Buzz Lightyear’s Spanish mode for that one.
He is enamored with the tree this year and helped me decorate while Dave was at work. Aside from the huge clusterfuck of ornaments at his level that we had to gently move upward, it looks pretty. He is also enamored with the thought of Santa bringing toys to his house and asks me daily if tonight is the night. I assured him that I would make it known when the big man intends to make an appearance.
There are days I feel like the luckiest mom in the entire world… and some days he’s questioned every single word out of our mouths and it’s the most maddening thing in the world. But most days, it’s the lucky.