• It’s still a struggle to get the boys to eat “grown up” food but we made a tiny bit of progress yesterday. We were having fajitas for dinner and the boys took a notion that they wanted to join in. They must be in the midst of a growth spurt because they had already worked their way through two bowls of cereal each before they started eyeing up our meal. They took a couple of bites off the end of my fajita but when they finally got through the tortilla to the filling they decided it wasn’t for them. I knew this because I pick up on the subtle little signals. I listen carefully for when they shout “YUCK” loud enough to rattle the windows. I also watch their mouths for hints like food being spat out. They loved the tortilla part though so we broke one up and gave it to them to eat. Fat Chops showed his appreciation by putting so much of it in his mouth that he had to stretch his jaw to the limit to chew any of it. Then he decided that he wanted to be more like Mum and Dad so he took the next piece of tortilla, went over to his little table and carefully arranged a spoonful of cheerios with milk in the centre of it and rolled it up, exactly like we were doing with our meal. So be warned, if you are ever invited for dinner in our house be aware that you might be offered fajita’s to suit your personal tastes – chicken, beef or Cheerios.
• Hannah was explaining to the boys that Daddy had to go to work the other day. They needed more details so she went on to say that Daddy had to go to work to “make money”. Now we go through the conversation every morning and I go to work with this song in my head. Now anytime Hannah mentions anything about Daddy having to work (and it could be just putting out the bins or emptying the dishwasher) they both shout ‘to make money’.
• You might have seen this clip already, I’ve seen it posted on a couple of friends facebook sites so I imagine that it’s widely viewed. It’s easy to complain about the tougher parts of being a parent but I get a live version of this almost every day to balance out all of the tough stuff. It also led me to this blog. Perhaps I shouldn’t be promoting the opposition but I feel like I could swap R&S for Fat Chops and Monkey Boy and no-one could tell the difference.
• We were having a small disco yesterday while listening to Close to You by The Cure. For no particular reason, Fat Chops decided to pull my face down to his, kissed me and told me he loved me. I tell them I love them when I put them to bed and often pester them into a response but they have never spontaneously offered up the declaration. It was great. I haven’t felt like that since the first time Hannah told me she loved me. Yesterday now ranks up alongside meeting Hannah, getting married and the boys birth on the list of my favourite days ever.
• To go back to the disco. I try to expose the boys to a wide variety of good music. Yesterday it was The Cure, the day before it was Mos Def and on any given day it could be anybody from Aretha to Zeppelin. I am a self-confessed music snob and am training my sons in the same mould. Hannah is not a music snob, she is a Gleek and plays one of her many Glee soundtracks in the car most of the time. Guess whose musical tastes they prefer. Yup! Guess how much it kills me. Right again!
