The Logic of Two-year-olds

Like many kids his age, Dashiell has a thing against eating "crusts", whether these crusts are of the bread variety or the apple peel variety (or peach, or pear...you get the picture).  Usually when I give him apples I just cut up some slices and leave the skin on, in the hope that some of it will find its way into his mouth and he'll realize that it's not so bad.  But one day I decided to be a nice mommy and peel the apple for him so he wouldn't have to eat just the middle part, and he'd be able to enjoy more of its appley goodness.  Turns out that an apple slice just isn't an apple slice if it doesn't have the peel on it!  He got all upset that his apple slices were nude.  Thankfully I'd only given him part of the apple, and the rest of it was yet to be peeled! And you can see the fun he's having eating his apple slice with the peel in place!

Note how much apple is wasted.  Sigh.  For now we'll live with this, and take it as a good thing that he's at least eating something other than grilled cheese.

Papa Jack's birthday

Last Friday when I picked Dashiell up from his Nana and Grandpa's house, Nina and Papa Jack (Dash's great-grandparents) were there, too, hanging out with our guy in the back yard.  Earlier in the week it was Papa Jack's birthday, so after a yummy pizza dinner we all shared a small cake to celebrate!  Dashiell sat with Papa Jack while we all sang happy birthday, and helped him blow out the candles, too. 

He also tested the frosting for us, just to make sure it was okay.  Very thoughtful of him.

I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but I think it's so special that Dashiell has such a close relationship with his great-grandparents.  How many of us can say claim the same kind of relationship with our own great-grandparents?  I didn't know mine at all!  Dashiell is one lucky kid--he gets to see his usually at least once a week, if not more.  And it's obvious how much he loves them and loves spending time with them--his face lights up when they're around, and he loves giving them hugs and kisses.  I am so thankful for Nina and Papa Jack and the joy they bring to everyone, especially my little guy!

Happy Belated Birthday Papa Jack!  

Who the heck is this kid?

That's how I feel looking at this picture.  Where's Dashiell?  When did he get replaced by this kid, who is obviously much older than my little guy!  I doesn't help that he just had his hair cut short, and he's doing a "cheese" smile for me (without me asking him to!), which isn't his normal smile--though cute nonetheless.

Time is passing too quickly.  Everyone warns you about that, but when you're in the midst of trying to raise your child you don't see it day-to-day, it just creeps up on you and suddenly you're looking at a picture of your little guy wondering how he got to be so big!

Who's the best boy in the world?

Nana Hanson has been singing this song to Dashiell since he was a wee baby, and lately he's been singing it back!  The words, in case you can't understand them, are "Who's the best boy in the world?  His name is Dashiell Weber Hanson!  Woo!"  But listen closely to the "Hanson"...yup, he slips in "handsome" instead!  Can you tell we dote on him just a bit? ;-)  It probably didn't help that he just got his hair cut yesterday and we were telling him how handsome he looked for 24 hours straight...

On a separate note, Dashiell's friend Evan is back at the gym again.  He hadn't been there for a couple of weeks since his mommy twisted her ankle, but Dashiell finally got to see him again on Wednesday!  When I picked D up from the gym daycare that evening Dash and Evan were sitting shoulder to shoulder at the snack table again, and according to the babysitter they had been that way for about 15 minutes, eating their respective snacks.  Every so often they'd look at one another and say "Hi Dashiell!"  "Hi Evan!".  I so wish I could have seen that!  When we left Evan gave Dashiell a big hug and they both had huge grins on their faces!  I'm so glad Evan is back--it gives me more motivation to hit the gym, knowing that Dashiell's going to have a fun time, too!  At some point I should probably figure out who Evan's mom is and introduce myself--maybe we could schedule an actual play date!