Many of you know that I babysit my nephew Mason a couple days a week. He is 4 and a half years old and goes to preschool Monday though Thursday. Everyday when he comes home from school we have to ask him what color he got on. They give the kids certain colors depending on how well behaved they are that day. Green = Great, Yellow = Not so great and Red = Not good at all. If they come home with any color but green, the teacher will send home a note explaining the reason the child got into trouble. The other day, Mason came home on red. The enclosed note read as follows...
"During play centers, Mason was asked to dress the doll. Instead he kept pretending that the doll was peeing on all the other classmates and included sound effects."
1st-this kid cracks me up
2nd-is anyone else concerned with the fact that they are telling the boys to dress dolls?
Since Adelaide has begun speaking, I find that most people have a hard time understanding what she is saying. I realized that this may be because she has her own way of saying things. The following is a quick tutorial in "Adelaide Language".
"Ah me ode-jew." -- Will you hold me?
"Les goes dows stairs." -- Let's go down stairs.
"My cryvits" -- referring to her private parts
"My roon." -- My room.
"I ee a mermaide." -- I need a band-aid. (who knows)
"Supplies!" or "Some prize!" -- Surprise!
"Munch time?" -- Lunch time?
"Mommy, I ee go big potty!" -- Mommy, I need to go #2.
"Peen budder an jowdy maminch" -- Peanut butter and Jelly Sandwich.
"I fink ees my besfend." -- I think he's my best friend. (referring to Nathan)
"I haf bofend." -- I have a boyfriend. (Calvin Gatewood)
"I laff ewe." -- I love you.
So this weekend we have friends in town. Our friend Matt from Kentucky Nathan's cousin Rita from Tennessee. Friday, while Nate was on his way home from work, I was downstairs cleaning up a little bit when our cat Harley walks by. I glanced at him and did a complete double take. The entire top of his head was covered in sparkly lime green puffy paint. After a quick intake of breath I yelled "ADELAIDE!" and came around the corner just in time to see her run past the top of the stairs into her room saying "NOOOOOOO!". Matt and Rita ran out of the computer room only to find me running up the stairs to Ali's room saying, "WHERE IS IT ADELAIDE? WHERE IS IT? WHERE'S THE PAINT?" I ran into my room only to find about 2 dozen tiny globs of puffy paint on my bedroom floor. After locking Ali in her room, Matt starts trying to clean Harley off while Rita and I grab cups of water and head upstairs. (I learned last time that the best way to clean paint out of carpet is to douse it with water and suck it up with a wet dry vac) As I'm on my way upstairs, Nate walks in the door. I calmly turned to him and said, "Hey honey, I'm glad your home. Would you mind grabbing the shop vac and coming upstairs?" It ended up being a much easier clean up than the last time. Partially because I had so much help, and partially because it was not even 1/16th as bad as the last time. All ended well and the only remnants of the fiasco is the glitter that is still stuck in the fur on top of Harley's head and ears. The lesson learned: Never underestimate Adelaide and her ability to get into places I think she can't. There is no safe place to store paint in a house with a 2 and a half year old.
This morning while I was still in bed and Nate was getting ready for work, Adelaide woke up and headed downstairs. Nate, thinking Adelaide is still in bed, gets downstairs only to find Adelaide on the counter with sugar covering her nose and mouth holding the sugar bowl and a spoon.
Nate: What are you doing Ali?
Adelaide: Um...I want a drink.
Nate: Adelaide, were you eating sugar?
Adelaide: I'm sorry daddy.
Can anyone guess what Nate did...
Sarah was asking people to try eating grilled cheese sandwiches with jelly. I've got something for everyone to try and it's one of my fave things to eat. It's called a Mr. Williams. Okay, so, you take toasted bread (white or wheat)put peanut butter on both sides of the bread, cut up some sausage (kielbasa(sp) is good)top with cheddar cheese (as sharp as you like) and regular mustard. Nate likes to eat what I call the Poor Mans Mr. Williams where you use hot dogs instead of sausage. You could even do a Mr. Williams Jr. which is all of the above on a hot dog bun. Our friend Nick from California introduced them to us a few years back and we have been hooked since. It might take a couple bites before you can appreciate it. I know it sounds insane, but give it a try and let me know what you think. :o)
(for everyone getting confused, this is a sandwich. It is not to be eaten with a fork)