Rainy Day

A steady drizzle of rain and fog surrounded our village this morning causing our family to sleep in, or really, to over sleep.  When the girls finally woke me, and I rolled to look at the clock, it was 8:17 am!  Hugo's school starts at 9 am, yikes!  We hustled and hustled and... we made it on time.  Hugo didn't have the best of breakfasts, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich it was, but we made it.   We had a small argument over whether or not his new Ironman mask would be his show and tell item or not.  Hugo said yes, I said no, thinking it was too big for school.  By the time I was stuffing all four of us into rain gear, he had forgotten all about arguing over an item for show and tell.  I'll bet he reminds me in the van on our way home.  He has a memory like an elephant, or should I say, like his Momma. 

Beanut Butter

Have I told you yet how much Hugo loves peanut butter & jelly sandwiches? Well, he does. Hugo asks for "beanut butter" all the time. His newest request involves his index finger swirling around in the peanut butter jar. Our friend Sheri was visiting while I was making a pb & j sandwich for him. She saw that I had emptied the jar. She then handed it over to Hugo and taught him all about using his finger to scrape out the last drops of peanut butter yumminess! I didn't really mind. I thought it was pretty cute watching him get his knuckles full of the peanut mess. But now. Now, whenever I make him a sandwich he says, "Mom, fin-ger. Momma finger, please!" How can I resist? Sometimes I stay strong and firm with the N - o spells no, and sometimes, I give in to his request. Today the little stinker hauled the giant Sam's size jar of peanut butter up the stairs to where I was scrubbing out the tub. "Mom fin-ger. Momma beanut butter finger, pleaaaase!"