Too many chefs in the kitchen

The other day I decided to make Evan’s favorite food so when he came home from a long day of work he would be greeted by the wondrous smell of chocolate chip cookies. (Yes, I am really that amazing wife that you should be jealous of)

Liam wanted to help so I decided to pull a chair up to the counter and show him how much fun it is to bake. I wasn’t about to forget that Liam is not even 2 and that all “helping” would be done with my hand still in the mix. (haha, I really make myself laugh)

I was showing Liam how to put the ingredients into the bowl. Thinking I was so smart I told him it was like we were a dump truck, dumping our load and going back for more. (This is a rhyme that we learned at our library story hour)

I put the cup into the sugar, grabbed Liam’s hand so that he could dump it into the bowl and......I pulled Liam right off his chair resulting in me holding him by his arm, midair, while he dumped sugar right into his face!

He of course was crying and screaming because I probably just scared him to death and also due to the fact that there was sugar in his eyes and all down his front. To make matters worse as I was trying to clean him off in the sink (that was surprisingly not filled with dirty dishes) Butters was licking the sugar off of the floor. So while I am trying to calm and soothe my frightened child I am also yelling at the dog to go away and stop eating sugar or you might die!

Liam did finally calm down, the dog did not die and Evan probably ate 7-8 cookies that night. I think that we can still call that a success. A.K.A I am the best mother, wife in the world!

Us against them

I have decided that Butters really doesn’t care for Liam. Sure during mealtimes Liam becomes her best friend but if we were to honestly ask her (and if she would be able to speak) I know that she would tell us to send him back to the hospital.

Good thing Butters has no say in our family dynamic.

Liam really tries to play with Butters. He will go get her toy. He will say “Chase me dog!” He will go and hide and wait ever so patiently for Butters to find him so he can run out and throw her toy for her.

Butters? Not interested. We literally have to tell her to go find Liam, and then push her body towards where he is hiding. Sometimes repeatedly. I tell her she’s a brat.

Now it’s possible that Butters feels that she cannot truly play with Liam for fear of getting yelled at by Evan or myself for being too rough. Knocking Liam down. Making him cry. These are all true fears and have definitely happened in the past. I’m not sure really what to do to help Butters see the light. That a boy and his dog are truly the best partners and friends one could ever have.

Aha! Now I see after typing that sentence! A boy and his dog....Butters boy is Evan! Oh how silly of me, how could I have missed this. Of course it all makes sense now! (I am truly having a revelation at this moment)

So now I have decided that in Butters eyes Liam is competing against Evan. Forget about me, she only views me as the one who takes her out to relieve herself and feeds her. Oh man, how could I have been so dumb.

Ok, Liam and I will just have to come to terms with 'us against them.'

Happy Halloween

This year was the first year that we took Liam trick or treating. We went to about 10-15 houses in our neighborhood and he had so much fun! Only thing about our neighborhood is every house has at least 4-6 steps before you get to the front door, so he was a little tired once we were finished.

Liam did say ‘Trick or Treat’ even if Evan and I were the only ones who knew what he was saying. And his Peter Pan/Robin Hood costume got many compliments.

I even let him have an Almond Joy after dinner. (I may have given him Almond Joy because I don’t like them and I wanted to see what he thought of coconut.) He loved his little candy bar and definitely wanted more! Of course I said no.

Surprisingly Evan and I have not finished off his candy....yet!