picky picky

Imagine if Jeremy and I didn't go in and check on our kids every night before we go to bed; we'd be missing out on so much good stuff. I've noticed lately Tyler uses his favorite blanket more for comfort than warmth. He's always got it wadded up next to his head like a pillow, or under the small of his back, so that his already protruding tummy sticks up in the air even further. The other night Jeremy found him like in the picture above. He looks like Little Red Riding Hood, or like you'd picture on old Russian babushka to look like. But maybe he's really just embarrassed by his hair that is in desperate need of a haircut, but since he has us for parents he won't be getting one any time soon.

You know how your kids get to the point when they all of a sudden have opinions? Tyler's there. Right now he's running around in nothing but his diaper because he hated the clothes I put on him after he got his first set dirty by playing in the mud. And last night I left before the kids were in bed because I had a meeting, and Tyler was very upset. I thought, "oh, that's sweet, he loves his mama". After much screaming Jeremy finally figured out it wasn't because I left, but because he wanted to wear his dinosaur pajama pants, not his dinosaur pajama shorts that I had dressed him in. He suddenly cares about what color his fork is, and if I tell him he actually has a spoon he insists that it's a fork or he won't use it. He also no longer likes any food except goldfish and cookies. Welcome 2's!
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I know it's not right, but I'd be perfectly happy if kids didn't develop a mind of their own until they go to school.