Fathers Day
Evan was being funny at dinner tonight. He was excited when we gave him mashed potatoes with gravy but then all that was forgotten when I gave him dressing on the side. He loved the dressing and didn't want anything to do with the potatoes. We told him he could have more "bread" after he tried one bite of the potatoes. Ha ha ha. He did not want the potatoes, but we were strong and we put our foot down. I finally put a dab of potatoes in his mouth to see if he might decide that he wanted to eat them after all. Bad idea. He was so upset and cried and cried. Then he got up and wiped out his mouth on a dish towel. I finally calmed him down and gave him a piece of the dressing (he did have some potatoes right?) Then he wanted more so I said he had to eat some potatoes first. And so he picked up his fork and took a bite of potatoes! Wow the distress that it brought only a minute before was forgotten :) Let's just say that he finished his meal with no more problems... until dessert :)
We did have the same problem, even with dessert! Oh Evan it's good! That is why it is called dessert. We had Pistashio pudding and I was trying to get Evan excited because it was green. I think the green got Evan a little nervous. I again dabbed a little in his mouth and then came the waterworks, but only for a second. Then he started to take little bites- I knew he would like it, he is just too picky!
In nursery today Evan made his Dad a card that had a chocolate kiss taped to it. To bad he didn't realize that it was supposed to be for his Dad. He was so excited about that kiss and so concerned everytime it fell off on the way to the car. Dallas was sweet and of course couldn't break Evan's heart by taking his kiss. Evan was very happy when he got to eat it at home and of course he wanted more. Maybe one day he'll understand this gift giving thing.
He must have been tired tonight. We tried to sing and read him books but he was just to cranky so we left him to work it out on his own. We started hearing him say "con-crete-mix-er!" so at least he was taking care of story time on his own with his car book. Kiah started to cry so we went in to try the bed time routine again. When we opened the door Evan was asleep in his bed with his car book in hand (it had to have only been 5 minutes or so since we left). Sleepy guy, I hope he has sweet dreams.
Makiah sure loves her Dad, and I think they are quite the pair...


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