And Meg Ran Away With The Dog

For our dinner last night, John and I just grilled hotdogs and ate outside.  I had a roast cooking in the oven, but with how humid it was last night we just weren’t in the mood for it.

Megan did a pretty good job of eating her dinner considering the outside distractions.  She ate most of her hotdog, bread, and some apples and oranges and then asked to be let down from her chair.  Daddy started offering her strawberries and she was signing “more” whenever she wanted another one.  (Megan just started signing “more” this weekend.  Her version is tapping one thumb against the palm of the opposite hand.  It should be the fingertips of both hands tapping each other.  Still very cute!)  Then she started whining really bad, pointing to the table and kept pushing the strawberries away.  I finally got her satisfied when I handed her the extra hotdog on the table – the one I had John grill for my lunch the next day.  Megan was maybe a little too satisfied because she gave us a really big grin, took a couple big bites of hotdog, and when I went to take the hotdog from her she took off running!  As soon as she got to the street I knew exactly where she was headed.  One of her favorite spots outside – then manhole cover in the middle of the street just as you enter our neighborhood.  She plopped her little bottom right in the middle of it and proceeded to eat my hotdog as she held it in her right hand and played with the small rocks with her left hand.

She loves this spot and throws a tantrum whenever we carry her back to our place. As soon as we put her down she beelines right back there.  We must have been quite the site last night, carrying Megan back our house and then chasing her back down the street, hotdog in hand.