Tidbits

My dad reminded me to tell this story. On Sunday morning (I think) we were all eating at the kitchen table. My dad was looking at the glass he was drinking out of, which had the mascots of all the old Southwest Conference teams on it (Rice, Arkansas, SMU, etc.). He was turning the glass around and naming the teams. Then we noticed Kellen was turning his sippy cup around and saying, "Fish, fish, fish..." because his cup had underwater animals on it. It was really funny.

Under the subject nature beats nurture, Kellen LOVES tomatoes. He asks for them at every meal and snack. I actually have to limit his tomato consumption for reasons I won't discuss. Now Josh and I HATE tomatoes (fresh) and have never encouraged or discouraged them with Kellen. I hope he will like other veggies and fruits as much as the years go on. Wishful thinking, I know.

This morning Kellen threw a fit in the parking lot at Target. I'm talking, laying down on the asphalt, limbs like cooked spaghetti fit. He was sad because he had been having fun playing in the cart and now we were going to get in the car. When we got back to the car I wore him out. When he had calmed down and we were driving he said, "Mommy, you hit me." I told him that I spanked him because he was throwing a fit. He said, "Don't throw a fit. Don't be sad." I said it's OK to be sad but just don't lay down in a parking lot wailing because you're sad.

Oh, and Josh's team lost tonight. It was not pretty. That was our day.