When he refused his pasta dinner tonight and threw himself on the floor, we went back to kissing the pasta in exchange for the baby food. It took a long time, and it felt like pulling teeth to get him to do each kiss. This is a long journey, folks.
I gave the boys their final (toxic) cupcake after dinner. Gabe thinks that Auntie Auntie delivers cupcakes when they're sleeping, as if she's the cupcake fairy or something. Despite my telling him numerous times that this was the last cupcake, I have a feeling he's going to ask for another cupcake tomorrow (when he wakes up from his nap).
Here are some pics of the electric red cupcake feast. This time, Zach savored every morsel, and Gabe ate his in a flash.
Elmo had an accident and got squished - the boys didn't even notice
I love toxic cupcakes!
Me, too!
it looks like Zach had a party with some red lipstick
frosting on my cheek
love this shot - Gabe's cupcake high is starting...
savoring every crumb
look at that face!
it looks like he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror
starting to feel the effects of the toxic cupcake
this is what my tray looked like
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