Hope your day is a lucky and happy one! Go kiss someone!
T strongly resisted wearing any green, but he did in the end. Photo to come I hope. Photo to come also of me and my green - looking a bit round in the hips, I did a 'Daily Wear' pose ala some of the style blogs.
Looking a bit chunky and haning in T's room, my style blog pose of my wearing of the green. See my sweet lover kitty - she wanted all kinds of attention!
I made cottage pie for dinner, and will make some Irish soda bread to accompany it with spinach salad. Hope it's all good and hope my cousin who is in town can join us!
This was my conversation last night with T when I told him I was going to make cottage pie:
M:: I have a lot to do tonight. After you are asleep I am going to make cottage pie for tomorrow.
T:: Cottage pie?! Yuck!
M:: Yuck? Do you know what cottage pie is?
T:: Cody told me what it tastes like.
M:: He did? And what did he tell you?
T:: ... I don't remember.
M:: You don't? Then how do you know you don't like it?
M:: Do you know what is in cottage pie?
M:: Meat [T is a big meat eater and was gobbling chicken totellini as we talked]
T:: Yuck! I don't like meat.
M:: You don't? Not meatloaf, meatbals, lasagna...
T:: No, no, no (he says with an ever increasing smile)
M:: It also has mashed potatos [something T has waxed poetic about his love for]
T:: Yuck! I don't like mashed potatoes with anything!
M:: Ah well... (and it continued for a minute more...)
Do you see those big feet?! T's old Tsukihoshi sneakers were looking small and starting to be a little beat up and he wasn't wanting to wear them all the time like he had been. So, last weekend we made the trek over to our favorite independent children's shoe store with gift money from his Omi and grandpa George. One of T's feet measured at just under a 10 1/2, the other exactly a 10 1/2 (39 or 29? EU) so we bought some 11 1/2 shoes (!!). These gray, black and green were his favorite. I don't like the look as much as his older pair, and it's taken me a bit to get used to how big his feet look, but he is comfy and happy.
To show that he might be on a growth spurt he demanded a new sleep shirt last night. I'd slipped a comfy brown min-waffle weave on him with one of the pair of t-shirt lounge pants I'd made before he was two. The pants are now crop pants, which so far doesn't bother him, and the shirt was similarly short. "I need long sleeves! The sleeves are too short!" They were at maximum 3/4 length sleeves on him. I popped this striped anchor shirt on him which I purchased last Spring. The sleeves still fall just above his wrists, and the length hits high on the hip, but he didn't complain as this is a favorite. Once dressed be begged for a breakfast bar, saying he was hungry even though he finished dinner and a pre-dinner snack not 30 minutes earlier. Later, 3:30 am, middle of the night diaper change (poop - another story), and he was hungry again. Any guesses at how tall he'll be at Christmas? (He's 42" now)