Archive for January, 2007

French Toast for Dinner


Today we had French Toast and Morningstar veggie sausages for dinner.  And because we went out to a non-fast-food restaurant the other night and D discovered appetizers (and suggested we have more of them) we tried Morningstar's Eggs Florentine nuggets for our appetizer.  D must be going through a growth spurt, because he ate three pieces of french toast, three not-sausages, and then asked for eggs.  I made him the leftover french toast batter scrambled eggs, and sold them as cinnamonny-eggs.  While they were cooling on his plate, my two boys started to battle over who got the last piece of french toast.  Charles said, 'you have a plate of eggs there, eat those first.'  

But I sort of quietly said, "I'm not sure how those are going to taste, I don't know that it's fair to make him eat them…"

D stuck a fork-full into his mouth and said, "YUM!  They taste just like burned french toast!"

He ate them, then split the last piece of toast with his dad.  

The School Idea…


So I checked out a private Montessori school for Rose the other day…  And they actually have a space for her to start whenever we like- they were holding a spot for a sibling of a current student who apparently wasn't going to be potty-trained this year.  So we're looking at starting her in March or April.  That would be so awesome to me, because I really feel like she's ready, and it will be less stressful to start her when everyone else is sort of in the groove, and it's not like September when every new kid cries for two weeks.

I'll let you know how this develops… 

Adoption Questions


Today, Dillon was making an argument that I should allow Rose to go with him to his all-day dance camp at Danceworks tomorrow.  They have camps on days off school, and Dillon loves them.  He was telling me that there are three-year-olds in the camp, so I should send Rose with him.  (I strongly doubt there are, I tried to get D into the classes last year as a four-year-old and they were pretty strict about this class series.)  So he's telling me about all the things that Rose could do in the class.

I finally sort of win him over with the argument that the class doesn't take a nap, and Rose does, so she might not be ready, and maybe next year.  He sees the logic in that, then says, "None of the three-year-olds in the class are adopted."  I tell him that it is hard to tell by just looking at people who is adopted, and he says, "But they can all talk!"  

"But Rose can talk, Dillon."

"Yeah, but she doesn't enunciate her words very clearly," he says.   I love my son.  I explain that some children are adopted as very little babies and they may learn English as their first language.  And some kids who aren't adopted may not enunciate well.  He still has some questions about adoption, I imagine he will for a long time, but he sure keeps me on my toes!

The Dark Side Calls…


I've known for a while that it was only a matter of time before Dillon realized that he could use his big brother powers for evil as well as good.  

So yesterday he taught Rose to count to twenty. Charles and I can barely get her to repeat past two, everything is binary- "one, two, one, two, one, two" would be how she counts five things (and yes, I know that the two characters that exist in a binary language are zero and one, but forgive the literary license here).

Today he teaches her to repeat "booty butt" and they say this to each other over and over, cracking up each time.  I have a hard time reprimanding them, because it is, in fact, funny…