Bed Time

There is a vicious circle regarding bedtime. The later he stays up, the more tired he gets, the more drama bedtime becomes. Last night was one of these nights. I admit that as a working mom, sometimes I let Carson stay up a "little" later than normal just so I can spend some time with him. His normal bedtime is 7:30...and when I tried to get him to go to bed last night, it was 8:30. Anyway, it resulted in a total meltdown. I was trying to talk to him about going to bed and he would just yell "NO!" after everything I said. I couldn't resist...I began just saying random words and he still followed each thing I said with a "NO!". Karl joined in a little too. It went something like this...

Me: We need to get your jammies on. It is really late. (There were several things I said like this that were followed with a...see below).

Carson: NO!

Me: I love you (I was trying to switch it up to see if he'd still yell no).

Carson: NO!

Karl: Penguins.

Carson: NO! I'm not a penguin!

Me: Peanut Butter sandwich.

Carson: NO!

Karl: Shellfish.

Carson: NO!

At this point I was laughing so hard I had to leave the room. Kids can be so determined.

Fruits & Veggies

I asked Carson what his favorite vegetable was. His response? Chicken Nuggets. Apparently we need to go over the food groups a little better. It made me laugh though.

I picked up my bountiful basket on Saturday. In it was a large bag of...ginger? Nope, they are Jerusalem Artichokes. Also known as sunchokes. As we were getting our basket, I said "What are we going to do with this much ginger?" A lady nearby told me it wasn't ginger and that it was a type of artichoke. I hid my skepticism and thanked her. After a quick sniff though it was obviously not ginger. So after a few Google searches, I confirmed that the lady was correct and my skepticism was uncalled for. They are artichokes...now what to do with them? I found a few recipes. We'll see how this goes.

I also got the extra of 8 lbs of strawberries. I've already got some in the freezer. Some ready to be dehydrated. And some going into jam tonight. Oh, and two pounds we've already eaten...is that gross? We had them for breakfast and dessert on Saturday and as snacks in our lunches today. This will be my first time canning anything though...should be interesting.

I would also like to add that Karl and I visited the Yogurtland that opened up by our house. I ALWAYS get my yogurt topped with strawberries. It's the best ever. So when they just had an empty container labeled "Strawberries", I felt a little disappointed. Upon further inquiry, they told me they don't have any strawberries because they are "out of season." Oh - because pineapple and all the other crazy fruits you have there are in season? Also, I just bought 8 beautiful pounds of strawberries. C'mon! Needless to say, we left without purchasing.

Big Boy Bed

So Karl and I finally got around to switching Carson from a toddler bed to a regular twin. It's quite an expensive endeavor so we were dragging our feet. Luckily, we had a bed frame lying around, but we did not have a twin mattress, box, sheets, quilt, etc. So, after spending a couple hundred (yeah!) Carson got his "Big Boy Bed." He was very excited while we were setting it up. As I was putting him to bed that night, he got this excited look on his face and said "Now you can sleep with me Mommy!" When I told him I would probably still sleep in my own bed, he just looked confused. Pointing to the bed he said "But there's room." Oh so sweet. Carson also has a habit of coming into our bed in the early morning (around 5 or 6). He'll crawl under the sheets in the middle and fall back asleep. We usually just let it slide because we are all going to get up half an hour later. But as I was putting him to bed in his new big boy bed, he asked "Does this mean I can't come into your bed anymore?" I quickly replied yes, hoping that it would magically put an end to his morning visits. He thought for a minute and then said "I want my little bed back." He makes me smile. To be honest, I kind of like his morning visits. I get 20 minutes of cuddle time before I have to get up and face the day.

One more sweet thought - the other day it was time for his "quiet time". Sometimes he doesn't mind, sometimes he throws a fit about it. He started to object to quiet time - then he stopped and sweetly looked up at me and asked "Do you want to have quiet time with me Mommy?" I just smiled as I tried to come up with a reason as to why that wouldn't work. He sweetly rubbed my leg, looked up at me with his big blue, hopeful eyes, and said "Do ya?" I came up with something about how quiet time is a time to be alone and blah blah - but it was pretty hard to not crumble when faced with his sweetness powers.