So there we are a plate for Kevin in my hand and him in my arm so he can see what he wants and little did I know that he wanted EVERYTHING so I piled on what I thought he'd eat and my husband filled a plate for me and we went to our table to eat. Kara sat in the booth and my husband tried to put Kevin in the highchair. Nope it didnt work he wanted to sit in the booth. So we sat him in the booth, he stood up and started to eat his food. Not bad.. no its bad he would take food from his plate and set it in Karas' plate or my plate or his dads plate and he cleared his plate without eating a single bite and proudly yelled "Mommy, I finish, I wanna cookie" my husband has his way with this kid I dont know how he does it but he does, he managed to strap him down in the highchair and feed this kid the food. I was amazed. What was even more amazing is that when he finished he didnt want a cookie, no he wanted what we were having, ice cream. I cant blame the kid. I mean a cookie or some chocolate ice cream come on
. Im proud that I can control my son I mean its not like he was running around the place or screaming at the top of his lungs for something. I learned that you've got to pick your battles and in public is not the place to do it.So on our way home my husband asked Kara if she liked her food and she said "Yeah it was yummy" and Kevin mimicked her and said "MMM Yummy want more!!!" We couldnt help but laugh at his silliness.
I love the fact that my kids are so different in so many ways. Im proud of them and Im sure they will do things in the future (near and far) that'll make me laugh, cry and maybe shake my head a few times.


