Pickles, Band-Aid's & Crayons
We took the kids out for dinner last night to Friendly's. (For those of you unacquainted with Friendly's, it is basically a slightly more upscale, "sit-down" version of McDonald's - with better ice cream.)
Andrew "ordered" the hotdog while Katie preferred the grilled cheese. Andrew calmly extracted the hotdog from the bun and devoured only the meat. Note: this is standard procedure for my kids - they don't understand hotdog buns yet. This was made evident by the fact that when we next noticed Andrew he was gleefully dipping the bun into the ketchup mound on his plate (intended for the fries) and then eating it.
Katie, on the other hand, daintily ate her sandwich, being very careful not to ingest any of the dreaded crust. She then ate all of her pickles. It is funny to watch the difference between Andrew's and Katie's eating styles. Andrew stuffed as many pickle slices into his mouth as possible. Katie ate each slice in two bites - I may have imagined it, but I think she even had her "pinkie extended."
All day yesterday, Katie had been trying to convince me to put a Band-Aid on her finger. She insisted that there was an "owee" on it. I spent all day trying to convince Katie that since there was no blood in sight, a Band-Aid was not needed. (She has gone through almost an entire box of Band-Aids since the beginning of May.) At the restaurant last night, she remembered her hurt finger and soberly, with much theatrics, wrapped her entire hand in a napkin. Apparently doctors have underrated the healing powers of napkins, because about five minutes later, she pronounced the wound "all better" and removed the napkin. Amazing breakthrough in medical technology!
Andrew, meanwhile, was engrossed in the crayons (or "cray-rons" as he calls them) that restaurants such as this give out with the kids' menus/worksheets/scribble sheets. He discovered that if he took the straw out of his plastic cup, the crayons would fit into the hole in the lid. So the blue and green crayons took a swim in the dregs of his apple juice. At some point, he fished the crayons out of the cup, because we noticed that he was a bit disgusted at the soggy wrappers and solemnly stripped them off the crayons.
By the time we left the restaurant, both children needed to be washed - Andrew would have benefited from a pressure wash.
Andrew "ordered" the hotdog while Katie preferred the grilled cheese. Andrew calmly extracted the hotdog from the bun and devoured only the meat. Note: this is standard procedure for my kids - they don't understand hotdog buns yet. This was made evident by the fact that when we next noticed Andrew he was gleefully dipping the bun into the ketchup mound on his plate (intended for the fries) and then eating it.
Katie, on the other hand, daintily ate her sandwich, being very careful not to ingest any of the dreaded crust. She then ate all of her pickles. It is funny to watch the difference between Andrew's and Katie's eating styles. Andrew stuffed as many pickle slices into his mouth as possible. Katie ate each slice in two bites - I may have imagined it, but I think she even had her "pinkie extended."
All day yesterday, Katie had been trying to convince me to put a Band-Aid on her finger. She insisted that there was an "owee" on it. I spent all day trying to convince Katie that since there was no blood in sight, a Band-Aid was not needed. (She has gone through almost an entire box of Band-Aids since the beginning of May.) At the restaurant last night, she remembered her hurt finger and soberly, with much theatrics, wrapped her entire hand in a napkin. Apparently doctors have underrated the healing powers of napkins, because about five minutes later, she pronounced the wound "all better" and removed the napkin. Amazing breakthrough in medical technology!
Andrew, meanwhile, was engrossed in the crayons (or "cray-rons" as he calls them) that restaurants such as this give out with the kids' menus/worksheets/scribble sheets. He discovered that if he took the straw out of his plastic cup, the crayons would fit into the hole in the lid. So the blue and green crayons took a swim in the dregs of his apple juice. At some point, he fished the crayons out of the cup, because we noticed that he was a bit disgusted at the soggy wrappers and solemnly stripped them off the crayons.
By the time we left the restaurant, both children needed to be washed - Andrew would have benefited from a pressure wash.
posted by sarah at 7:59 AM
9 Comments:
I am uttering incomprehensible noises here on this side of the continent. I am simply itching to see it for myself!
Katie is so inherently dainty is she not? Oh dear. If I couldn't resist a baby Andrew who just learned to walk, how will I ever stand a chance against a charming big boy who calls crayons "cray-rons."
"We are all fools in love." -Charlotte
You should hear Andrew call his sister "Katie Wallace" when she is ignoring him. ;)
This is just too funny! :D Can hardly wait to get there!
Love you!
29 days Sarah. 29 days till I see you and your fantastic family. There are 15 days until I leave Whashingtion State however. I am overcome with restless anticipation. So many places to go, so many people to see...
Make the most of your time at home, dear sister, don't leave everything until the last minute. Make sure your anticipation doesn't make you neglect your duties. That being said, I am so excited that you will be here so soon! Of course the coming of July also heralds the baby's birth as well. . .
Wise words sis. I am home at least nine months out of the year though! :) I really do believe in living the moment however that therefore it is important that I take it a day at a time. Thanks.
Well my dear--I'll see you tommorrow, bright and early. (Perhaps not quite so bright, but most definately early.) Love you!
Okay daughter, time for another post...some photos maybe?...definite updated news... ;)
Love to all!
Sarah you must check out my currant post. I might call you before you get to see this and it though. :)
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