Just when I had resolved that Max is just going to be the quintessential third kid whose entire diet consists of Nutrigrain bars (due equally to my lack of willpower when he asks for them and his refusal to eat most mealtime vegetable choices), he demanded seconds, thirds, and fourths of kale chips before the rest of the family even made it to the dinner table. There's hope yet.
Someone has figured out how to open the pantry.
Someone likes to get out the giant bag of Pirate Booty and bring it to us whining "Pah corn! Pah corn!" Usually at breakfast time.
Someone pulled out the Cheerios container, opened it, and dumped half of it all over the floor while mama was cooking dinner.
Someone just sighed and didn't bother to clean it up (that someone would be mama).
On the way over to the UNC campus today to enjoy the beautiful weather with the kids and some friends, Josh and I were talking about what to do. Go for a walk, visit Student Stores, play tag, things the kids would enjoy. Josh said with great nostalgia, "I remember taking a blanket and just laying down on the ground on a nice day, feeling the sun on my back while I napped." I thought he was just reminiscing but he indeed brought along a blanket and laid down in a sunny spot. Unfortunately for him, instead of feeling the warmth of the sun, he felt the warmth (and elbow jabbing) of three children piling on top of him.
