I can't believe what a little stinker Dennis has turned into recently. It has actually been for the last few months that he has started having these little tantrums-- as if to declare to the world that he has a voice, his own ideas, and if he wants to put his foot down-- by golly he is going to put his foot down. Half the time John and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Most times we scoop Dennis up and whisk him off to bed for a timeout which seems to be the most effective.
But every once in a while, we hear him out.
"You hurt my feelings!"
"You make me cry!"
"But Julia promised me chocolate milk!"
William continues to make dinner quite interesting.
He doesn't eat beef. Unless it is steak. He doesn't want you to eat beef. Unless it is steak. Then it's okay to copy him. For everything else like getting out of bed in the morning, it is not okay to copy him.
Remember the plates each of the kids made?
Who knew they would become the focus for William at dinner. For a while there he was insisting that everyone have their plate for dinner... and he was adamant about it. John and I work with him every night about this so now it isn't such a big deal anymore to have some of the plates in the dishwasher or something. The key is that we have to continually work with him about these things. Let's just say-- he makes life very interesting.
Anna loves pickles. So much that I am thinking a big jar would make an excellent birthday gift this year!
What do you think?