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So tonight, after days and days of nibbling daintily at his food, Bonzo decides to chow down on barley, squash, and black bean soup. He loves dumping the barley (which is actually a casserole) into the soup, and took two refills on the black bean soup. My favorite part was when he asked me--politely! every time!--for more raisins, and at one point invited them into his soup. "C'mon in!" he said. Awwww.
In the absence of any other cool present, we gave him a tiny spoonful of caramel for a "treat" tonight after holding up his end of the potty agreement. NOTE TO SELF: do not give sugar/corn syrup/butter/cream mixture to preschooler. He went from zero to manic in about thirty-five seconds, and then couldn't stop giggling long enough to put on his pj's or read a story or go to sleep. When I left him, he was singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to himself in bed. "Call me Little Star, Mommy! Say, good night, Little Star!"
I really love his songs lately. I love his little off-key preschooler voice, and the way he hums and whispers to himself while he's playing alone. I wish I could get inside his head, sometimes. Other times, I wish he'd take his fractious little self and sober up enough to have a full two minutes of listening. It all depends on the day.
In the absence of any other cool present, we gave him a tiny spoonful of caramel for a "treat" tonight after holding up his end of the potty agreement. NOTE TO SELF: do not give sugar/corn syrup/butter/cream mixture to preschooler. He went from zero to manic in about thirty-five seconds, and then couldn't stop giggling long enough to put on his pj's or read a story or go to sleep. When I left him, he was singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to himself in bed. "Call me Little Star, Mommy! Say, good night, Little Star!"
I really love his songs lately. I love his little off-key preschooler voice, and the way he hums and whispers to himself while he's playing alone. I wish I could get inside his head, sometimes. Other times, I wish he'd take his fractious little self and sober up enough to have a full two minutes of listening. It all depends on the day.