Miss Vivian is ready to go to Colorado to baby ski school. She asked me when we are going, and my, "Not yet," answer did not satisfy her. I gave her a specific month and day, and she said, "What's that?" I replied, "It is a date." Her little face scrunched in confusion, and she asked, "Aren't I too young to go on a date?" She and I have funny little exchanges like this quite frequently. She got a new and quite gorgeous Disney Store Snow White gown from my mother for her 3rd birthday. We have been watching Superman movies on our family movie nights, and I gave her little Superman and Wonder Woman figures to play with in Henry's bat cave. She dressed herself, then asked, "Do you think Superman will think I'm so pretty?" The funny part about the dress is that her daddy helped her pick a less fancy one at Costco for Halloween. She wore it to shreds, and it was almost like a security blanket. We weren't certain she'd accept a newer model of the gown. The new dress came with a warning tag about glitter falling off of it. I'm not kidding. I'm also not even kidding that all of our barefooted kids have glitter stuck to the bottom of their feet. The girls and I have it on our scalps, and I saw a spec in Henry's ear. Robbie does not want glitter in his hair, I can tell you that for certain. I can just imagine the surprise on his patients' faces as they notice gold sparkle in the hair of their doctor as he examines their eyes.
The sweet potato latkes were loved by me, but the kids were not impressed with the fruit of all of Robbie's labor. As Robbie placed her latke, fried egg, and bacon on her plate, Vivian said, "What IS this food?" Henry asked when Robbie was going to make his good pancakes again...meaning from scratch buttermilk pancakes with 100% pure maple syrup from Michigan and berries on top. Vivian finally finished her Sunday breakfast this morning...Monday. Robbie shredded seven cups of sweet potatoes, and the kids WERE GOING TO EAT THEM.
Henry likes the Incredible Hulk, so I can usually sway him with, "Buddy, this is Hulk food," if the vegetable is green. He happily took sugar snap peas to preschool when he was snack friend, and he shared this news with his buds. Vivian isn't into it. "Viv, that's Hulk food," I told her. "I don't want to be strong as a Hulk," she stated firmly. Henry asked her if she wanted to be strong as a princess, and she didn't. Olivia asked her if she wanted to be strong as a little mouse, and we all laughed. Another interesting meal experience awaits. I spent over an hour this afternoon preparing a new Paleo recipe. Evelyn plucked cilantro off the stems, and Olivia charred two pounds of tomatillos for the Chile Verde Pork Stew. It smells amazing, BUT it is green. Hmmm...
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