The weekend in photos, mostly so I can share this tippy-toed spying on Daddy's van tire repair.
|Give me a pancake with no Sriracha noooooooooow!|
Other C-isms from the weekend:
Luke spread a blanket over her crib and she exclaimed, "It's a house. A house in my cwib!" Later that night I woke her up to change her diaper and she sleepily muttered "I go back to my house."
Perusing the canned iced coffee selections at Target, I errantly put a can back on a mostly empty shelf. "NO GO DARE, NO GO DARE, NO GO DARE," she said with increasing agitation and volume. Oh! I said, and put it back in its place. "IT GO DARE," C said, satisfied.
Tiny tyrant corollary: At school her classroom is beyond a painted red line that all children must stop at before proceeding with an adult's permission. Her class, led by her teachers, walked back to the classroom from the gym... the class minus Clementine, who stopped at the red line. She would not budge until everyone, teachers included, returned to the red line, PAUSED, and then and only then continued to the classroom.
Back to brunch: