While I was vacuuming the stairs, Sam decided to follow me and all of a sudden there was a clunk and much screaming. I turned around and he had a mouthful of blood although I couldn't really tell where it was coming from. He kept telling me "chin hurts!" and yup, I can see why. I'm still not sure where the blood came from; I think he may have bitten his tongue. Poor kidlet. At least it doesn't require stitches.
Then I decided that I'd try to entertain him with food. Why do I do this? It's the same every time and it always involves a mess. We made chocolate pudding, the cooked type or course since that's what my grandma always made. With my grandma's spoon. The first stage is to mix the mix with milk and Sam wanted to do that by himself. I did get a picture but it wasn't until we were done. Check out the state of the counters, stove, and Sam.
Of course he can't limit the mess when opportunity avails itself so he carried his "taste" of the uncooked pudding around.
He almost made up for the whole mess by telling me "I love this." And a bit later while licking the spoon he said "I love it very very very much." Yup, he has me wrapped around his little bitty finger.
In the end, the pudding is made, the mess is cleaned up, and I stupidly let him help me make macaroni and cheese for lunch.
2 comments:
Anne...you sure are a glutton for punishment, but if more mother's would take the time and have the patience the world would be a better place for the kids. I vote you "Mom of the Day". Kiss Sammyboo's booboo for me too.judy
Thanks Judy! Every time he gets hurt I feel a little guilty although I know that he's going to get hurt no matter what I do and if I'm overprotective he'll either turn into a little mouse of a child (unlikely) or turn into a real risk-taker as he gets older.
And I like that he likes cooking (if you can call it that in this instance) and you know I'm angling to turn it over to him once he's 3 or so....
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