I have a nice Mediterrainian (SP!!!) salad from Noodles and Co here, and a m+m concrete mixer from Culvers. Not because of last night, he wanted me to know, but because he loves me. :) hehe. Either way. YUM.
Julia set Jordan up to color on the floor of the kitchen. She gave him a couple of scoops of crayons and took the rest to the breakfast bar for herself. He got up, went to get something and when he came back, he accidentally kicked the big pile of crayons, scattering them everywhere on the kitchen floor. I aske him to clean them up and he pouted. Julia piped in that she would help. She had about half of them cleaned up and that little punk hadn't done a thing, so I asked her to stop, and Jordan started to cry. Then get an attitude. So I sent The Cutest 3 Year Old Ever to his room, where he was screaming and carrying on. His instructions were that he could come out when he was ready to clean up the crayons. This, of course, just kills Julia. She can't stand to hear her baby cry like that. She got his blanket and asked me sweetly, "Mommy, really, I don't mind. Can I clean up the crayons?" So I looked her straight in her big blue eyes and said "This is why you can't. Jordan doesn't like to do things for himself because he has the best big sister in the universe, and you love to do things for him and help him out. So you can't this time, but thank you." My sweet girl paced for about 2 minutes waiting for the screaming to stop. When he finally came out and started cleaning up the rest of the crayons, she was nearby saying "Good job, Jordan! You're doing good!"
I swear, I am going to eat her up one of these times. She has such a sweet, sweet heart.
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