Just another Tuesday night...

Ok not really. But I'm not so great at the catchy titles.

Also, I'm blogging from my phone and have no idea how to get the pics in the right place. Sorry.

Tonight I asked Sam if he would rather 1) eat pizza and go swimming or 2) go eat chicken nuggets and slide at chickfila. He said he wanted to eat pizza and slide... Over and over again.

So finally he settled on chicken nuggets and sliding, so long as Grandma was there.

We met at chickfila and had a normal evening. He played and ate and it was a jolly good time.

The boys and girls club was there as a fundraiser and they were doing face painting and story time.

The lady came into the play area to read the book and Sam dropped everything he was doing to sit down and read.

Then he was told about the face painting. And my precious child would have none of it.

That is until I explained to him he could get it on his hand. Then he was all for it.

While in line I asked him what he wanted. He didn't quite understand so I decided to help him out. I said, "you can get a bear, or a monkey, or a puppy, or a rainbow, or a snake..."

Right then, he said, "my want a SNAKE!"

So he gave her his hand and she have him a green snake. When she went for the red to do the tongue, Sam said, "no! My want blue!"

So his snake got a blue tongue. Then he said he wanted orange so she gave him orange eyes.

Then he pointed to the red. She asked what he wanted red. He said, "mine finger," and pointed at her. She didn't really get it so she put this red dot on the middle of his finger.

Sam then says, "no, not! Mine finger!"

She was lost! Lol she had no idea. Finally Sam pointed to his fingernail. He wanted his fingernail painted red!

So this was the result:

I scream, you scream, Sam screams for Ice Cream!

We promised Sam last night we would take him to get a snow cone. About the time we got in the car to go is about the time that the sky opened up and tried to drown us and all the other wretched people jonesing for a snow cone at 7:30 on a Wednesday night.

So... plan B.

Justin asked if there was anything at Orange Leaf that Sam could eat. I highly doubted it (we had taken a risk before and given him a little of the lactose free kind they advertise... and while I didn't notice any symptoms I still didn't want to risk it without knowing for sure I wasn't setting him up for a rash/ear infection party). So I looked up the allergen listings on my handy dandy iPhone....

They had two flavors that DIDN'T have milk listed as an allergen! Holy smokes!

I realize most of you don't understand how wonderful this is for us, but it just kills me that he doesn't get to experience things that other kids do. For the most part, he doesn't really notice (which is great!), but at birthday parties and gatherings where kids are eating ice cream and I'm left with the art of distraction or masking a popsicle as ice cream (or when cupcakes are busted out at parties and I have a graham cracker and dairy free icing waiting for Sam... who can CLEARLY see the other cupcakes :-( and he wants one).

But dang it, we had promised him a snow cone and couldn't deliver, and while he would have been fine with the back up plan of an ICEE from a gas station, it was so nice to find this treat he could have!

If you haven't been to Orange Leaf (or any other FroYo places), you start with a bowl, fill it with the frozen yogurt of your choosing, then top it with whatever you want, weigh it, and you pay by the ounce.

So I asked Sam if he wanted Pineapple or Orange. He said, "Not like Pineapple. Want Orange."

Then he helped pump it into the cup.

We got to the toppings and I asked if he wanted any fruit.

"No. Candy."
Me: "We'll get to the candy in a minute. Do you want blueberries? Strawberries? Kiwi?"
Sam: "No. Candy."

Well as you know, he can't have most of the candy. And he keeps pointing to all the chocolate candy. So I bust out my Go-Go Gadget distracting skills and ask, "Do you want marshmellows or gummy bears?"

Sam: "Yes."

LOL So we got marshmellows and gummy bears. And just as I was about to put the cup on the scale, he says, "My want strawbellies on it!"

So we also got him some strawberries.

We sat down to eat it and I'll let you all judge the popularity by the pictures and videos.

This next one is a video of him eating. For some reason, he just looked adorable to me eating his ice cream.  But then he started what I can only assume is dancing for joy towards the end.

I'm glad we had the opportunity to do this last night. It was super fun and very memorable.

Kids Say the Darndest Things (or just repeat adults)

I have Justin's permission to share this story. And if you are against over sharing on the interwebs, move on now. So today, Justin hasn't been feeling well. He has had, well, we'll just say "loose bowels." Or in country talk, he's got the back door trots. All day long, Sam has wanted to go swimming. And all day I said we could go after dinner. Once I finally got Sam to eat a good bit of his dinner, him and I got ready to swim. He noticed his daddy not getting ready and this was simply unacceptable. He started saying, "daddy, go swimming with us!" Justin then said to him, "Sam, daddy has been peeing out his butt all day. I'm not going swimming." Sam says, "you doing what?! Let me see!" and he starts trying to pull Justin's pants down to look at his butt. Now in sam's defense, you can't use a phrase like that with a little boy and not expect a reaction. So we leave to go swimming and all is well with the world. I, of course, told Justin's mom the story because it was hilarious. Then Sam's PaPa got home. They played for a bit and he noticed Justin wasn't there. He asks, "where's Justin?" Me and Pat in unison say, "he's sick." Sam says, "Him peeing out his BUTT!" PaPa looks at us confused and says, "oh my!" Bahahahaha! I love this kid.

"You Can't Say No to Me"

My son is currently in time out, reciting, "You can't so no to me. Momma can't say no to me. Daddy can't say no to me. Susan can't say no to me."

But he isn't whining. He isn't hateful. He is saying it as matter-of-factly as he would say, "Spaghetti is good." Or, "I like monkey."

Here's how this encounter started.

I told Sam we needed to take a shower. He said, "No, not yet. Watch monkey."

I said, "No we have watched enough monkey. We need a shower so we can go shopping."

He said, "You don't say no to me, okay?"

I said, "I'm your momma and I'll tell you no any time I please."

He said, "No, you go to time out. Don't say no to me." Again, as matter-of-factly as he would say anything else.

I said, "Get in time out. Now."

He calmly walks over to his rug, gets it out, and sits down on it. Then stares at me like, "Momma, this is awkward. I'm not sure what the problem is."

I ask him after a little bit what he did to get in time out. He says, "You tell me no."

I said, yes and what else?

He points his finger at me and gets a really serious face and says, "You don't tell me no, okay?"

So I said, "You'll be in time out until you can tell me that Sam doesn't say no to momma and that Sam doesn't put Momma in time out and that Sam does what momma says. Okay?"

He said, "Nope."

I realize it was a bad mommy move on my part to giggle... but it was funny. This is one of the few times where he hasn't been bratty or whiny or anything. He is just so dry with his responses that it is hilarious... all the while SITTING IN TIMEOUT!

So I just let him sit there until he was so bored he couldn't stand it. Then I asked again, "Why are you in time out?"

He says, "You tell me no."

I said, "Yes, but what did you say to momma?"

He said, "Momma go to time out."

I said, "And we don't tell momma to go to timeout do we?"

He says, "No."

I said, "And we don't tell momma not to say no do we?"

He say, "Nope."

I said, "And we definitely do what momma says, don't we?"

And all on his own, "Yes mom."

That was 15 minutes well spent :-)