Snack Time

It's one of my favorite times with my handsome little trouble maker. He no longer lets me help him up on this chair (which scares the daylights out of me). He drinks my water. He eats his snack and tells me stories and about his day. I look at him and see my baby. I look at him and see a boy. I pause. Time slows down for a couple minutes while he munches his granola balls. Wasn't I just holding him in my arms, naming him, telling him we had waited so long for him? Telling him all the dreams I had? Who fast forwarded the time and how do I get some back? Snack time. We chat. He lets me kiss him, at least once, before he tells me to stop. Before he climbs down the chair, unassisted of course, and off into the world to play. My baby. My boy. My miracle.

Mystery Solved

Nolan's fairly new Cars shoes (imitation crocs) are Nolan's favorite and most often worn shoes. Easy to put on, durable and go with pretty much everything! So it was a bit distressing when we couldn't find them. At first I just ignored the fact, because more often than not by really looking for something, I can never find it and then just get irritated. So, if I think something is missing and it's not detrimental, I just pretend I don't notice and it usually shows up. Not the case with Nolan's shoes, so after a few days I started looking and re-looking in all the popular and not so popular spots. Brian said Nolan probably "put" them somewhere, which I agreed with, but where? I would ask Nolan where they were and he would say, "I don't know, let's find them." Then he would just look at me, not realizing I was waiting for HIM to tell me. So I began to think like Nolan, or try to. Which brought me to his room. Under his bed where this box has been since we bought the shoes. Ahhh, of course.

As soon as I showed Nolan he smiled happily, completely unaware of any stress or confusion he may have caused, and gleefully yelled, "There are my shoes, I put them in their box!"

But I Shared!

This was a conversation I had with Nolan last week when we had the Vrabec's to dinner:

Nolan (running into the kitchen with glee): I eat candy!

Me-Uh huh (busy cooking)

Pause.

Me-What candy?

Nolan (chocolate covering his face)-Candy, from the desk.

Me-(Panicked)-Did you take the wrapper off? Show me!

Nolan-Okay, come on, I'll show you.

I'm taken by the hand to the office where Nolan points out the tinfoil from a Hershey's kiss I had left sitting high on the desk. He (perhaps with an accomplice) had climbed onto the desk, unwrapped it and eaten it. I thought they were playing trains.

Me-Nolan, you CANNOT play on that desk or eat things without asking mommy first! That could have been something bad.

Nolan-But it's not bad. It's candy!

Me-(exasperated)-You need to go sit in time out for eating candy without asking.

Nolan-But, but (crying), I shared with Abby!!!

Yes, I think he may have given her a bite, but from the evidence of chocolate around his mouth, he got the majority. None the less, they both did some time in the corners while we laughed silently at the way their minds work. It's okay to be naughty if we share!!! For the next two days and random times Nolan felt the need to explain to me, over and over, how he had shared the candy with Abby. I couldn't seem to get him to understand it wasn't the sharing that was the issue this time, because that usually is the issue and they were both soooo proud that they had shared without us making them. Then they got in "trouble." I guess it really does seem unfair, in their minds. So, the moral of the story. Our kids shared and it only took forbidden chocolate to make them do it!