Wednesday, November 21, 2012

11/21/2012

Van walked into the room carrying a bowl of soup that I had poured earlier that day and left in the kitchen.
"Mom, I'm bringing this soup in here so I can drink it"
"Ok" I say, "Van did you spill that soup at all?"
"No. I just put it in my rocketship. And then I put it outside so Alamo could lick it."
Well at least you didn't spill it...

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Van and Finn were running around outside at Svea's house as I got Finn's carseat installed in my car so I could take both boys on an adventure. Svea's house in on her mother-in-law's property; between the two they have a big chicken coop, woods, gardens and lots of other interesting things to explore.
When I was ready I went to round them up, I could hear Odin barking.

"Mom, Mom! There's a pinecone, and that's why Odin is barking. come look!"

"That's good sweetie, let's all get in the car now" I was going to ignore his comment, but then I decided to go look anyway. And it turns out, Odin was barking, not at a pinecone but at a porcupine!

I thought the mix up was cute, but unfortunately we were too late to save Odin from getting quills in his paw and his mouth.

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Van has just enough knowledge and ability in the kitchen to make a lot of trouble. His favorite thing to eat is peanut butter and jelly tortillias. He gets out all the ingredients and tries to make them himself.

In fact he got everything out at 4AM this morning. Then he came in to tell me he was eating all of them. I made him his tortillas and then put him back to bed. While he was eating he took a break, leaned against me and put his head in my lap, 'oh mom' he says, 'I love you.'

This morning he also started pouring himself a glass of milk and then a glass of orange juice. both very dangerous endeavors, luckily I was able to intervene before too much ended up on the floor.

Also while I was in the shower he got out his Thomas the train bowl and poured chocolate syrup in it and got a spoon. He came down to show me what he had made, he was so proud. And when he was done, he washed the bowl in the bathroom sink. (and luckily jumped in the shower with me, because he was covered in chocolate sauce.)

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