weekend review

Friday night we went to Applebees for supper.  I love the thought of someone cooking for us, but going out is sometimes interesting with 2 under 2.  It started out pretty smooth.  Here’s Silas with his latest battle scar.  He reached up and grabbed the iron cord(thankfully it wasn’t on) and down it came.  He is such a fast little guy.  He’s had more bumps and bruises in his short life than Eli has yet.

Eli waiting patiently for his food.  He ordered a corn dog, though I’m not sure he knew what it was.  He peeled all the “corn” off, and ate the hot dog on a stick. 

 

Silas was getting sleepy waiting for the waitress to figure our out bill.  He ate shrimp for supper….he’s turning into such a great eater.  He eats more than his big brother.

We let the boys out of their seats thinking we were minutes from settling our bill.  Fifteen minutes later, we were chasing the kids around the restaurant waiting for our bill to get figured out.  We finally got out of there, and had a nice rest of the weekend. 

Saturday we helped a relative move, and Sunday we spent a lot of the day outside in the great weather.  We got some planting done, and lots of swinging on the new play set.  Our gross funny for the weekend happened when Eli went poop on the potty Saturday…when he was finished he looked down at it and said, “Mommy, I made a Luke and a Logan”(our next door neighbor boys).

hiccups

Silas has had a number of ear infections this winter/spring, so we have been using lots of Tylenol.  Tonight the medicine dropper was sitting on the kitchen table and Eli grabbed it and licked it and then smiled big at me….I said, “Eli, please don’t, that’s medicine and we only get medicine if we’re sick.”  He said, “Mommy, I’m sick!  I have a cold.”  I said, “Well, I don’t see your nose running.”  He replied, “But I have the hiccups, Mommy, I do!” 

elbows and milks

Tonight I was lying on the couch and Eli pointed to my chest and said, “Mommy, can I pat your elbows?”  I didn’t reply(I wasn’t sure what to say), he questioned again, “Your milks?” 

I know he may not enjoy hearing this when he’s 16, but it was just too cute not to remember…