two boys and syrup

I wish someone had told me not to give a two year old syrup. I have learned the "lite" syrup is easier to pick up with the fork, but he just picks it all up with his chubby little hands. He then transfers the syrup to his milk cup, hair and the little dog sitting patiently beside him. Pancakes and/or waffles are his favorite breakfast and when he bats his big eyelashes at me, I can't resist him. The messy eating is probably my biggest complaint, so really, not so bad.



Also- Horton Hears a Who (movie with Jim Carey and Steve Carrell). The boys love it, but in the movie the Mayor of Whoville gets called a "boob". The word is not just slyly slipped in there, it is repeated and annunciated. So, of course, my boys like to call people "boobs". I mean really, any other word but this one.



Max is 4 and Jake is 2. it is a very sunny day and I am going to take them to the park so they can throw sand at younger kids and call all the other moms boobs. Then I will let all the other moms know the baby in my belly is another boy. But I wouldn't have it any other way.