May babies are so big!
Erik saw a kit for a haunted gingerbread house and had to have it. Lucky for him he had enough money in his wallet to purchase the darned thing. I want to like gingerbread houses. I want to have fun decorating them. I want to have a cozy time, laughing and sticking candy to a wall of cookie.
But I don’t. I hates it, I do.
Erik bought the kit and I told him and Mike to handle it. Mike put the structure together and Erik did every single bit of decoration himself. I am so proud of him! He sat there for at least 30 minutes working on it. I have never seen him concentrate so hard on an artistic endeavor.
Elsa is in the “refuses to have her picture taken” stage. I want pictures of my silly, sweet, sassy little girl, but she’s having none of it. I snuck this one in at the playground this morning. Erik didn’t have school because of Yom Kippur, so I knew it was imperative to get the boy outside. Before we left, Elsa grabbed both her lunch boxes and stuffed them with food. She was only happy on the playground if she had food in hand. As soon as she ran out of food she was ready to go home. I really need to get a handle on her eating. I don’t think it is ok to make a toddler diet, but I need to get her to eat more fruits and veggies. Right now she mainly eats meat in any form, crackers, bananas and any type of sugar she can get her hands on (more than I let Erik have, but less than some kids are allowed).
Today brought me back to the days of being a SAHM with Erik. It was such a different experience. We would spend a minimum of three hours a day outside, usually more. I spent the entire time chasing him. The second we got home he started screaming his head off and being generally discontent.
Elsa’s good for about an hour on the playground, then she asks to go home. So much easier! But also, makes a big difference in my activity level.