Tuesday

Apparently Ares was perfect at Aunt Cindy's - and pretty darn good at our house too yesterday.

Ares: Daddy, what are you making?
Adam: Chicken Kiev.
Ares: What's that?
Adam: Chicken and Broccoli.
Ares: Ooooh, I love that! It smells so good!

It was actually pretty good, but I won't lie when I say that I was dreading it.  Not a huge chicken fan at this moment for some odd reason, and I'm broccoli'd out.  

Two days ago Ares asked for some candy, about 10 minutes before bed.  I told him no, but he can have some broccoli.  He walked over to his dinner plate (which he did not finish about an hour before hand), grabbed a few pieces of cold broccoli (steamed, with nothing on them - yuck!) and chowed down. 

This morning: 3:43 AM:
Ares: *fairly quietly* Mooommmmy, please can I get a kiss?  Please, please please please can I have another kiss? 
-- of course!!!!   I love giving and getting kisses and a satisfied smile from my little boy, so long as he goes back to sleep right afterwards. (He did!)