I have an asparagus-lover. Luke will not touch ANY type of fruit except for frozen berries, yet he can't get enough asparagus. I made some last night and he kept asking for "more, more, more". I just don't get it.
This morning Calvin asked me "Mommy, can I get dressed and go for a run?" Then he said "Mommy, I just need to go for a run. I need to get some exercise because I haven't exercised in a long time." (This is almost exactly what I say to him when I want to go for a run and he's refusing to cooperate). It's so nice to know that they're just sitting there, soaking up everything you say, and waiting for the right time to spit it back out at you. Except, of course, for the things you want them to remember, like, say, letters or numbers...
Has anyone read the Trucktown Books by John Sciezska?? He's really into promoting boys reading, and he created a line of books just for boys. Calvin loves them.
Dave is flying tonight, it's 9:45, and Calvin is still awake. He's been playing in his bed for the last hour and just walked in and told me I was supposed to be going to bed and the computer was for daytime, not night time. Too much cake and ice cream I guess.
That's it. Just some random thoughts. And one random, somewhat blurry picture of my little sockman (I walked out of the closet to find him putting Dave's socks on both his legs and arms...).