Brock's happy place is the cereal aisle. Everytime we go down the cereal aisle he gets out to pick a box of cereal. He would eat cereal all day if i would let him. He loves it!
The other day Brock was laying by me on the couch and we were watching TV. I kept smelling something gross and was thinking something had been spilled on the couch and had gone sour and I never noticed. After smelling and looking I decided the couch was ok. Then I was worried I stunk! Then Brock fell asleep and I noticed his feet hanging out of the bottom of his blanket. I lowered my nose down to it. Mystery solved!
Doran's happy place is Target. He asks to go there every day. Sometimes he asks every minute. He has a one tracked mind. I have no idea where he gets it...
Yesterday Doran asked me when he is going to throw up (which meant grow up). I told him he is growing bigger every day and is growing up every day. Then he asked when he will get little again. I told him you never get little again, once someone is big they stay big. He started sobbing! "I don't want to throw up! I want to stay little! I don't like being big!" It was such a hard moment! I was trying to comfort him and let him know it was ok without him seeing or hearing that I was laughing. Today he has been talking about it some more. He has decided that maybe when he is seven he will be ok with throwing up. I should have taught him the correct word, but I didn't.






















