Even though I am about to celebrate my second anniversary of becoming a mother, I still find that I have to daily give myself a reality check regarding life with a toddler. Each morning I wake up determined to accomplish something. Anything. Which is why we ended up at Michael's on Saturday morning.
Let me just say, that it is always a bad idea to take your almost two year old son to a craft store (and your 34 year old husband, for that matter). Joann's is definitely the worst, but Michael's is up there. First of all, as soon as I walk in the door I am completely overwhelmed by the craftiness. I start roaming the aisles aimlessly, thinking of all that I could create if I only had the time. Then, when I get around to my actual shopping list, I cannot find a single thing on it. With absolutely no employees in sight, I have to again wander the the store in search of what I actually need. In the meantime, Zeke has pulled everything within reach into his stroller. This includes most of the $1 items, all of which are small and easily damaged. We finally got out of there after about 45 minutes, at which point Zeke had somehow figured out how to unstrap himself from the stroller and was standing on his seat, determined to be free. Desperate, I promised him some carrot cake when we got home if he would just sit down.
After a nice long stroll back to our house, I figured he had forgotten about the promise. We went inside and sure enough the first thing he asked for was "Buh-uh". "Broccoli," I thought, giving myself a pat on the back. "My kid not only likes vegetables, but he actually asks for them." I pulled the broccoli out of the fridge.
He looked at me and shook his head, "No."
"Buh-uh? Bread?"
"No."
"Butter?"
"No."
"What? What is buh-uh?"
He disappeared into his room and came back with his stacking blocks.
"Oh, blocks. You want to play with blocks?"
"No."
He points to the box, to the picture of the cow blowing out candles on the birthday cake.

"Buh-uh," he says.
"Buh-uh. Birthday cake." Of course.
I am impressed with my child's resourcefulness as well as his determination. He may look like a clone of his father, but he has some of his mom in him, too.

In other family news....we sent Jack back to Grandma Evie's today. I think he was ready to go.

