Easter was this toddlers fantasy. He was the only kid there, so people just kept handing him cookies, cupcakes and candy. Plus, he's tall enough that he was helping himself to the jelly bean dish all afternoon. Imagine a super ball ricocheting off the walls of a small house filled with family encouraging this behavior.
He didn't care about anything in his Easter basket save the three Matchbox cars....note to E.B.: next year, just bring Matchbox cars!
Here he is lunging, mouth agape, for a bite of birthday cake. It was carrot but he didn't get past the frosting. I won't waste my time baking on May 7th. I'm just going to slap a bowl of frosting on the table and let him have at it. (The next day when I was loading the dishes into the dishwasher, the little junkie wiped off a smear of frosting from a serving plate and ate it!)
He will never tire of pushing things. I've shown him how to ride IN the car. He isn't interested. The trunk is good for filling with rocks. But, he mainly likes rolling it around the yard.
It would appear that a game was on but I think someone probably just mentioned "Cookie". That person was probably my Mother!
I did not let him know that this egg was food. Although, I did mess up today. I was sneaking Cadbury Mini Eggs. You know, I think I know where he gets his sweet tooth! Anyway, I had three lined up on the counter and I would disappear into the kitchen to eat one. He was in my arms, helping me "cook" dinner, which means, he supervises and sees to it that I know how to do everything with one hand. He saw the eggs and remembered the jelly beans and wanted one.
"Oh, those aren't for eating. They're decoration!" I lied to my child. I have little shame, I know.
Well, dummy that I am, a minute later I picked one up and put it in my mouth. Needless to say, he got one and I heard a chorus of "Mow-ah? Mow-ah?" for 10 minutes. I better hide my stash....he's onto me.