After dinner last night Dustin ran out to get us Steak and Shake milk shakes (bad, i know) and i was cleaning up the kitchen. Each kid was doing their own thing and i had to grab the camera for some reason cause it struck me as interesting. You may not think it is, but i do. And it's my blog. ;)
So Nate was sitting at the table. Alone. Still eating. As usual. His baked beans were stone cold by this point. Seriously, the rest of us had eaten, moved on to other activities. I mean, the kitchen was already clean. And still he sits. Uncaring. Unbothered. Whatever.
Reminds me: wanna hear another conversation we had the other day on the way to school? It must have been Friday. i think the best convo's are in the van with this child.
Nate: Actually, i changed my mind about what i want to be when i grow up.
(notice the "actually"? Remember how i told you a couple posts ago that sometimes it take several minutes for him to respond to a question and sometimes days? Yeah, well, we're talking a couple weeks ago this time)
Me: oh yeah? What do you want to be?
Nate: A snail. I want to be a snail when i grow up.
Me: (chuckling- do you chuckle?) A snail?
Nate: You wanna know why?
Me: (i have a very good idea already, son) tell me.
Nate: Cause i'm sooooo slow sometimes!
Yes, you are, Son. Yes, you are.
For example...when you eat. Or poop. Oh my gosh, he makes his daddy look like a speed pooper. And if you know his daddy, trust me...that's saying something.
All that to show you this:
All by myself (are you singing the song? i am) and not caring one iota. And for the record, he ate every single one of those stone cold baked beans. i won. kinda.
So, to continue my "snippet" we're moving into the living room, where we will find my sweet oldest baby reading a book out loud to himself. Yeah, he's cute. He's reading Dr. Seuss. Who doesn't love a little "Wocket in my Pocket"?
And, if we move around the corner to the little bathroom, we will find the littlest Sappling. Reading as well. Although with a little...um...different outcome.
"Go poopoo, go peepee, Mommy!"
You go girl. :)
There's my snippet. All together, yet doing very different things. Dunno why i thought it was funny. Well, in all fairness, seeing a two year old reading on the pot should be funny, or at least amusing to anyone...but i, of course, had to take pictures and share. So there ya go.