Today I found out some very disturbing news: Matt gave Noah chewing gum MULTIPLE times over their weekend without me in Branson. "ARE. YOU. JOKING?" was my response when I found out!
I thought it odd when I came home from the store today and saw Noah with gum. But he seemed to be chewing it fine, and said that daddy gave it to him from the car. OK, so I let it go. Then on our way to the St. Louis Fair Air Show, he asked daddy for another piece. That's when I asked the question..."Um Matt, have you been giving him gum?" Matt looked immediately abashed, but then totally defended himself by saying that Noah hadn't been swallowing it, and had been keeping it in his mouth for a really long time. My response: "I DON'T CARE!" Our (almost) three year old will now be asking me for gum multiple times a day. Every time I pull it out, I'll have to give him one. I know lots of lovely people who give their kiddos gum, but it just doesn't rub well with me! My worst fear is that he will fall asleep with it and I will have to cut off all of his hair. (Which if that happens, here's how to get it out. Yes, I've already been researching this sure to happen catastrophe!) Toddler + Gum, to quote Shanna, "NO BUENO!" Needless to say, I am not a fan. However, it appears that I'm now on the gum train. Geez! OK, finished ranting now.
Today is July 4, but because of Matt and Noah's busy weekend down in Branson, we're taking today easy. We did however, make it to part of the Air Show down at the Arch grounds. Noah was tired and a little grouchy, so we didn't stay long at all. He borrowed my glasses, and I think he looks really cute in them. Gotta get this boy some aviators!
(33 weeks pregnant with baby girl in this photo.)