Tonight Jackson was eating some leftover mini corn dogs from our lunch at Pappadeaux. I was sitting a few feet away where I could still see him but be in the living room with Annabeth. She was on the floor on her playmat. Jackson had super human energy - I guess from the ring pop he'd been working on all day - and couldn't stay in his seat. Every couple of minutes he'd come over and ask me for something. At one point he got close to his sister and said, "Annabeth, I want to give you a corn dog!"
I said, "No, baby, Annabeth can't eat food yet. She can only drink milk." I can just see my daughter laying there with a mini corn dog sticking out of her mouth.
Jackson got real close to me. "Milk, Mommy?"
He peered down my shirt and poked me in the chest. "From that cup?"
He slays me.
Our son was just on a roll tonight - Annabeth had her first really good laughing session while we were all sitting together at the table. She was in my lap facing Jackson. Curt told him to make silly faces at her so she would laugh. Sure enough, she thought her brother was hilarious and laughed and laughed.
Before we had kids, Curt and I hoped they wouldn't be boring and drag our oh-so-exciting lives down. I'd say they're anything but boring.