Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Found this

I found the start to this blog entry dated 2/17/15. Ella wasn't one yet. I didn't finish it, so I have no idea what #4 was about. It's funny how easy you forget if you don't write it down. :( They're pretty cute stories though. :)

Funny stories...

1. The other night, I made vegetable soup and buttermilk cornbread. Not my best meal, especially if you ask Jack. He was not pleased with my dinner selection. He was so excited for dinner, that is until he jumped up in his chair, glanced down to his bowl, let out a huge sigh, pushing it away, and said, "No want dat, mommy." After suggesting, pleading, begging, tricking, encouraging, threatening...I think he ate two bites. Then he climbed down and walked to the pantry. I advised him that he would not be getting anything edible out of there. Then, between the crack of the door and the wall, I see him running like a convict fleeing prison to the playroom holding a bag of chips. I sick Justin on him. To which I hear crying and assume all went accordingly. Jack didn't come back to the table, as he was upset, so Justin and I enjoyed a quiet two minute dinner. Then Justin walked back to the kitchen to check on Jack, only to find him MIA. Then he sees Jack...sitting in his teepee...bag of chips in hand, or should I say, what's left of them...crumbs galore. We laughed. "I thought you took the bag away?" I asked. "I did, but must not have put it far enough back on the counter."Parenting Fail.

2. Ella can say Jack. She can also cry. I found out recently, she can also wine his name as if to suggest he is to blame for why she is crying. She is very convincing. Had I not witnessed the whole incident, and knew him to be blameless, I may have believed her. Way to go you tricky girl you ;)

3. Jack run up to Justin the other night. "Something hit me!" He exclaimed as he lifted his shirt up, exposing his belly. Justin checked him out, no obvious injuries/abrasions/etc. "You look okay buddy. I don't know what that was. Be careful." He runs back over later, "Something HIT ME!" Lifting his shirt again. We can only assume he's having gas. Poor fella :)

4. Ella climbs up the stairs and laughs coaxing me to come pull her off...


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