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The Wee Raisin King

Raisins are generally good.


Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing They're sweet, chewy, handy to throw in a bag. I can see why people like them; I've been known to eat them myself. I do not, however, understand Grayson's obsession with the raisin. He'd pick raisins over ice cream any day. If there were a raisin fan club, he'd run for president. If someone offered to fill a baby pool full of raisins, providing a sun-soaked opportunity to roll in dried fruit and gorge himself on their chewy goodness, he'd dive right in. He'd like nothing better than to be king of the land of raisins, sporting a cardboard crown adorned with sun dried grapes.

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The most accurate comparison to his love of raisins is a slightly unstable celebrity stalker's feelings about his target. Raisins are perfection. They deserve all of the awards that the DFMA (Dried Fruit Makers Association) can give out; they sure should've beat the sun dried plum for snack of the year!

He'd have all the California Raisins action figures, still pristine in the box. He would also woo the raisins' publicist, in an attempt to get closer to the raisins, and threaten the raisins' security team for keeping him at a distance from the object of his adoration. Then, eventually, the raisins would do something to shake his love for them - spend too much time with a pack of walnuts, or shrivel and dry up - and he'd turn all of his pent-up anger toward the raisins, tossing them to the ground and stomping on them.

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So, he has a love/hate relationship with raisins. Usually, he loves them, marching around the kitchen, pointing at the pantry and demanding "nums" (his word for raisins and ANYTHING else deemed "yummy"). But sometimes, right after he demands the raisins, he screams at them - and anything else he may have been offered for a snack - and has a perplexing tantrum that seems to be triggered by the existence of raisins, or by the way I have delivered the raisins to him, or perhaps the refusal of raisins to do a little dance to "I Heard It Through the Grapevine." It makes no sense.

This is what it means to be a toddler. You love raisins. You hate raisins. You love raisins but you hate that you can't have a never ending supply of raisins and thus every bite of raisin is tainted by the knowledge that it may be your last. And so you yell. About dried fruit.

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As you might guess, Grayson's been exercising his free will a lot lately. He is free to demand more raisins. I am free to refuse to give them to him. He is free to scream and writhe on the kitchen floor.

I am glad he's got a healthy set of lungs and he's expressing his independence, I just wish that his desires matched up with my desires more often.

I am thankful for my child.

I am not, however, thankful for raisins. Raisins, I could do without. Tantrums, also.

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The raisin king disagrees.

SuMmErTiMe * fUn

It's been a Hot Hot Hot Texas summer and we've found the only way to keep cool is in the pool!
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Grayson, you absolutely LOVE the water!!! Wether it be Mimi's pool, the sprinkler in the front yard, or the spray park.....you don't care as long as it's cool and wet!
Here's some Summer Shots:

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And it's even better when you get to play in the water with friends!

Here's Miss Priss stealing your crunchies!

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Posing with Mommy!

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Drinking Mommy's diet dr. pepper....wait...when did you.....how did???

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Taking it all in from the side....

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Then there was today....

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You three kiddos play so well together!

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The giant beach ball was SO fun!

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Must've been lunchtime...

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Oh...I wish these moments would last forever. Will you always be best friends?

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Take Me Out To The Ballgame

So last Sunday evening we met some friends out to watch America's favorite past time. Baseball. In July.

IT. WAS. HOT.

Luckily, we found a nice shady spot where we could set up camp and roll around in the grass.....literally.

Look, there he goes....and she was right behind him!
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We shared snacks
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And water

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We feasted on cheesesteak sandwhiches, nachos, hot dogs, icecream, and cherries snuck in from home. We drank lots of Dr Pepper (it is The Dr Pepper Park, ya know)
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We looked cool with our sunglasses on top of our head
Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing and even found a cool place to sit and enjoy our delicious, sugary beverage......far from Mommy's watchful eye.

Dude. Busted.
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2 tickets to watch the Rough Riders play ball from the shady lawn + 2 Dr Peppers + 2 hot dogs + 2 baseball hats = $12.00

Ball park nachos = $4.00

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Getting sweet nacho cheese kisses from my little man = priceless

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