Dan will do ANYTHING for a kiss or a hug from Maggie (she’s a little stingy with the affection!) He was trying once more and she was having none of it. Finally, because she was watching Beauty and The Beast, he got a brilliant idea: “Pretend like you’re Belle and I’m Gaston! And give me a big kiss!”
She stared at him and said angrily: “NO! You took my book!”
Maggie gets treats after lunch and dinner if she eats a good meal. She knows there are no treats after breakfast though (chocolate at 8am? Nope, sorry kid.) One day last week, about 20 minutes after she finished breakfast, she came walking into the kitchen and asked me, “Mommy? Did I eat a good bweakfast?”
I paused, pretty sure I knew where this was headed. “Yes, you ate a very good breakfast.”
She smiled sweetly. “Can I have a tweat?”
When we pick her up from school, she’s very into sharing the details of the day- mostly it includes tattling about who threw toys, who hit someone else, and who was in general a Bad Kid that day. (and of course, it’s NEVER HER. ahem.) Last week Dan was driving her home and asked how her day was, and she said, “Gavin talked during naptime.”
Again with the Begging For Treats After Meals: last week at lunch, she had only eaten about 2 bites of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich before she was asking for a treat. We kept saying no and telling her to eat a few more bites. Finally, I got mad and said she needed to finish her entire sandwich before she was getting any kind of treat. She got mad right back, of course. Once again, I said, “You need to eat your whole sandwich first.”
“But I DID!” she said.
“Uh, no you didn’t. I can still see it on your plate, goofball.”
She looked at me, picked up the sandwich and held it over her head. She looked down at her plate and said, “No you can’t!”
My belly is GROWING, and she’s noticing. And she still has a bit of her Toddler Chubby Belly (though it’s getting smaller lately *sniff*) and when she’s changing clothes, we make a big deal out of tickling it and poking it. The other night during the silliness, she looked at my belly, stuck her belly towards me and said, “Let’s do CHEERS with our bellies!”
And we belly-bumped.