We also celebrated valentines day, with pink pancakes (which I'm sad to report I had to re-make because the first batch of Bisquick didn't turn out...Bisquick people. Not difficult for most) heart shaped balloons and valentines for Nash's class. We walked into his class and one of his friends yelled "Happy Valentines Day Nash." It was so.dang.cute.
Nash loves to talk, ask questions and keep tabs on his excavator. He is OBSESSED with excavators. He sings about them, sleeps with them and will only read books about them. I can't wait to see what the next "obsession" will be, but frankly, I can't ever picture him moving on from his love of excavators. The best part? He pronounces the word perfectly. Like better than I can.
Something Nash does not love...broccoli. Funny story. We were eating dinner one night and often I'll say to him, "just try one bite, then you can be done." Well, indeed he took one bite, immediately following the worlds smallest bite was projectile vomit everywhere. So, I have forever scarred Nash from eating broccoli. Who can blame him.....really.
|I think I"ll have the broccoli. Thank you.|