BC has recently begun refusing to eat her dinner. Unless it's a corn dog or a hot dog or some other equally unhealthy and inappropriate excuse for dinner.
Tonight, I looked at her plate and said, "I am not proud of you, because you are refusing to eat your dinner."
"Mm," she responded diffidently.
Then she looked at my plate: "Are you finishing your dinner Mommy? I'm very proud of you!" Then she saw two cherry tomatoes left on my plate that I was saving for last. "Oh, you haven't finished your tomatoes, Mommy? I'm not proud of you."
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Time lapse
We had blueberry pie tonight. It was pretty awesome, I have to say. The lemon was prominent. Love it. And I even made a lattice crust. Because I could. And here it is:
So we gave BC some of the pie and a touch of ice cream. She ate a bit of the pie and all of the ice cream, demanded more ice cream, and gave up on the pie when she learned that no ice cream would be forthcoming. Later in the evening I said, "You didn't care for that blueberry pie, did you?"
"No," she said. "I like peach pie."
"Oh really? When have you had peach pie?"
"Um, it was about five weeks ago, I fink."
"Really? Huh. I didn't remember that."
"Mm. Yeah. It was maybe when I was at law school."
"At *law school*" I asked, incredulously.
"Mm-hmm. There was a bug on the table and I hit the table and it went away."
"Oh. When did you go to law school?"
"Probly about four weeks ago."
My worst fears for my child are coming true. She'll be part of yet another generation of lawyers.
So we gave BC some of the pie and a touch of ice cream. She ate a bit of the pie and all of the ice cream, demanded more ice cream, and gave up on the pie when she learned that no ice cream would be forthcoming. Later in the evening I said, "You didn't care for that blueberry pie, did you?"
"No," she said. "I like peach pie."
"Oh really? When have you had peach pie?"
"Um, it was about five weeks ago, I fink."
"Really? Huh. I didn't remember that."
"Mm. Yeah. It was maybe when I was at law school."
"At *law school*" I asked, incredulously.
"Mm-hmm. There was a bug on the table and I hit the table and it went away."
"Oh. When did you go to law school?"
"Probly about four weeks ago."
My worst fears for my child are coming true. She'll be part of yet another generation of lawyers.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Oh criminy
BC has two cousins who have been visiting recently who are born gymnasts, and daredevils to boot. The eldest, whose nickname is Bean, can climb in and out of high chairs as if they were mere stairs. I've never seen anything like it.
Today, BC was trying to climb into her high chair (which she tried again later only to find herself can over teacup on the kitchen floor with her high chair on top of her) when I scolded her and told her, "No! You may not climb into your high chair. You are not Bean."
"I'm not Bean?" she said. "But Bean is the best!"
Today, BC was trying to climb into her high chair (which she tried again later only to find herself can over teacup on the kitchen floor with her high chair on top of her) when I scolded her and told her, "No! You may not climb into your high chair. You are not Bean."
"I'm not Bean?" she said. "But Bean is the best!"
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