Mansfield Park and beans

Eli is a big fan of chapter books. Even though he can't read yet, he is always dragging around some kind of thick book. Last week he took Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder outside and dropped it in a puddle. He came into the house carrying the book with the cover all torn off and soggy. I was said in my mom is disappointed voice "Eli, now that book is ruined! That makes me sad!" Well then he started to cry and said "It makes me really sad tooooo... (wail)." So of course I felt horrible and told him that it was ok and we would let it dry and tape it up. While it was drying he couldn't go somewhere without another chapter book. So he went into the office and found my copy of Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. He carried that thing around for a week, even took it to church, and couldn't go to sleep until he had it in his bed.

Jonah also is going through a little fetish of his own involving beans. He told me on Tuesday that he wanted to have 'buwwitoes' for lunch, with beans. I didn't have time to make 'buwwitoes', and also didn't have any refried beans or black beans around. So I started digging through the pantry and found a can of kidney beans. He was so excited about eating beans that I opened up the can and heated them up for him in the microwave (knowing that he wasn't going to eat plain beans and they were going to end up getting tossed) . But, to my surprise he ate the spoonful that I put in front of him and kept asking for more. He probably ate 3/4 of that can of beans all by his almost 3-year-old self.

Boys throwing rocks

It never gets old, throwing rocks. It provides endless entertainment. The rocks got bigger and bigger until they could barely be heaved into the water, and then it was time to walk away, before the mud started flying.

Mel-Moreo Day

Ethan has way of putting things. Weapend (weapon), sellboy(Subway), and Midd-a-sota(Minnesota) are a few of the words he says that need just a tiny tweek, but it's so cute that some of the time I don't correct him. Anyway we had a great Memorial Day in Conneticut with the Poulter family. Curtis and Matt went to grad school together and Carmen and I were pregnant with Ethan and Simon simultaneously. They live in Stamford and Matt works in NYC. We went swimming at the Italian club and then crashed their ward picnic, which was in Greenwich at a park on the Long Island Sound (I think). Ethan, Eli and Jo love Simon and Nico, and Fiona is almost one and so adorable. Fun day.