So in our new house we have this great big pantry and I LOVE it!!! It give me so much storage for food and lot of other things too. But I am not the only one who loves the pantry, the boys really love it too!!! They know there are lots of goodies in there, even Drew has learned this. So here are two little tales from the pantry.
So Drew is really getting smart and understanding little bits of what we say to him. I will ask him if he is hungry and if he wants some "bites" then he will make his way over to the pantry stopping only to look back to see if I am following him. He stands there waiting for me and knocks on the door. I pick him up and put him in his highchair and go to the pantry to get a snack for him. You never know what he will be in the mood for. One day something is his favorite thing and the next day he will not even take a bite. So I look in the pantry and take something out and show it to him. He shakes his head no, I try something else and he shakes his no again. I keep looking and keep showing until I get a happy face and him reaching his hand out for the snack he wants. He is quite demanding of his food, but it is also very cute. It is the start of him learning to communicate with us.
Now on to Luke's story from the pantry...
So we keep the goodies like fruit snacks, granola bars and other things like that up high in the pantry. Just to not make them not as easy to reach for Luke. He never really gets in there without asking first and then we get him a snack. Plus he still has trouble figuring out how to open the packaging. So one night I am laying in bed about to doze of when I hear a noise in the kitchen. I open my eyes and think, ummm...what was that. Of course I have to go check it out. If anyone knows me I do not play off sounds at night. I have a bad imagination and I always have to check it out to let my mind have some peace. So I head out to the kitchen and see the pantry door wide open. Then I look to the hallway and see Luke coming around the corner with little yellow chair. He sees me and freezes right in his tracks. I ask him what he is doing, and of course he say, Uhhh nothing. I tell him to put his chair way and get back into bed. I go into his room and ask him again what he was doing. He said he was hungry and was wanting to get a snack. I was pretty surprised to find him up at night by himself. He usually never leaves his bed even if he does wake up. If he wants something he always just yells for me. I think he is getting a little braver...lol. I guess I should just be happy he was thoughtful enough to get a chair and that he didn't just climb the shelves.
Well hope you enjoyed enjoyed the tales...just some funny things to remember a few years from now.
