Spaghetti = ‘gay’
Last night Vitkor decided to make some spaghetti for dinner. While he was preparing noodles, meatballs and pasta sauce, Lukas started saying ‘gay’. We’re like huh?? He just kept repeating over and over and over… gay gay gay… and was pointing to the kitchen, but Viktor and I still had no idea what he was talking about. We asked him if he wants gay. He replied: “ok”. HUH??? Our son wants gay??? After about 5 minutes of this we finally got it! He was asking for SPAGHETTI! Don’t ask me where he got the ‘gay’ part from the spaghetti. LOL
Would you like some ‘gay’?
Feeling guilty for not sharing
Over the weekend Viktor and I got to have some ice cream and frozen yogurt all by ourselves. By ourselves because both of the kids were asleep in the car and we could not pass that opportunity to get some ice cream. Well, actually the first time when we got some sundaes from McD’s on Friday, we got Lukas french fries and he was just so happy with those that he didn’t even try bothering us while Viktor and I ate our sundaes. And Ava was asleep in the car so she missed both – french frys and sundaes. On Saturday when we were out and about both of the kids fell asleep and so we decided to get some frozen yogurt from Golden Spoon. Even though we ate it in the car, we sure did enjoyed it! First – we were able to eat it in no hurry, second – there was no toddler pulling our arms for some of the frozen yogurt and then getting all over himself. It’s just nice to once in a while eat the whole thing by yourself without sharing with anybody.
We did feel guilty for not sharing any with Lukas, so on Sunday we went to Golden Spoon and got him his own cup of Boysenberry and Cookies ‘n Cream frozen yogurt. He ate about half of it and then Viktor offered him to try some of his (we of course got some to ourselves too!), to see how he would like it. He got a swirl of Double Vanilla and St. Patrick’s Mint. And Lukas just LOVED it! I mean, he wasn’t even giving it back! He didn’t even care about his own flavors that I got him (I thought he would like those).
And poor Ava slept again through the whole thing. But, there is always next time! 
