Jell-o

There are so many moments throughout the day that I wish Austin were here to see. Of course there are the meltdowns and the mini-tantrums, but there are so many more of the ones that I can’t wait until Austin gets home to tell him about something funny Dax said or did. Tonight, I couldn’t stop laughing at Dax and his funny comments and facial expression. Here’s what happened….

I called Dax to the dinner table and his face lit up as he saw a bright red bowl of jell-o. I hate to admit it, but I honestly don’t think Dax has eaten jello before. It jiggled as he sat down on his chair and he looked at me and smiled. And when Dax smiles, it lights up his whole face and even his eyes smile. I love his smile. I could just tell he was so excited about all this red jell-o.

Before even taking a bite, he says, “I yike this mom.”

I said, “Oh, good!”

We said a quick prayer and he dove right in. And just a side note so you don’t think I am even a worse parent then you probably already do for not having ever fed my 2 ½ year old jell-o before, he wasn’t eating just jell-o for dinner. He had a nice proportioned plate of leftover turkey roast, rolls, and some cooked veggies---I get real fancy when Austin works late. But all that could wait. This jell-o was calling his name.

He took a big spoonful, which took a little maneuvering because of it’s jiggly-ness, and shoved it into his mouth. I could see his eyes smiling again as it slid down his throat.

He says, “Yat’s good mom!” These days every sentence ends in mom.

I said, “I am so glad you like it. It’s jell-o.”

He repeats me and says, “It’s yeyyow”. That’s how he says yellow, without the ll’s.

Before I could correct him and say, “No, not yellow, jjjjjjeeeeeellll-ooo”, he looks at his RED jell-o and then looks at me like I am full of bologna, but says in a way that you would maybe talk to a senior citizen who you know doesn’t quite understand what you are saying, and corrects me very sweetly and thoughtfully and says, “Uh, I yink it’s RED mom.”

I died. I love this little guy!!! It instantly fast forwarded me to his pre-teen years when he’s on the verge of knowing everything and I’m still just going to be the mom full of bologna. At least tonight he looked like he had a little bit of pity on little ol’ me.