Then, a few days later, I had some cookie dough in the fridge, because there is nothing better than warm cookies out of the oven (with ice cream of course). Mr. Boy woke up early, and walked into the kitchen to retrieve a snack. He opened the fridge to find: carrots, apple slices, cookie dough, or cheese. Any guesses which one he chose? I'm sure he thought he had died and gone to heaven, no mom in sight, and tons of sugary dough. We awoke to find a boy lying on the couch with a very swollen stomach, and 2/3rds of the cookie dough gone. On the way to preschool, his little tummy was bulging through the carseat straps, he moaned "my tummy hurts". I told him that's what happens when you eat a lot of cookie dough. He sighed and responded "I know... but it was SO SO good." At preschool, he proudly lifted up his shirt and showed his class his full tummy, patted it, and proudly said, "it's full of cookie dough!"
It's rained a bunch over the past few weeks. We love it! The whole family is outfitted with multiple rainboots, perfect for puddle jumping. Mr. Boy, just like Mr. Man likes to wear his PJ's all day long on Saturday.