Popsicle Party

This is the first popsicle Peyton ever had. She insisted on holding the popsicle and sucking on the stick. She kept crying because it was hurting her fingers but she refused to turn it around. I finally had to take it off the stick and break it into small pieces. Speaking of popsicles... I woke up this morning to Mason standing next to my bed holding three popsicle sticks. I thought hmm, thats odd. So I sent Zach downstairs and he found three 7 empty popsicle wrappers. Mason had eaten three already and had taken four more out of the wrappers and had them laying on the table ready for him to eat. We punished him by putting him in timeout, giving him a lengthy lecture about how bad choices have consequences and telling him he can't have anymore of the popsicles and he wasn't going to eat breakfast since he already chose to eat popsicles for breakfast. Later he came up to grandma and said "Grandma, do you know what consequences are?" Then later at church, when he was really hungry, he told Zach, "I wish I never had my popsicle party because now I'm really hungry. This kid is a riot, anybody want to take him for a few days? Please?
On the up side, Peyton is adorable as ever and has not really gotten into the trouble making stage yet. She held really still for Aunt Alisa and Aunt Allene while they painted her fingers and toes. She was so pleased with her self she just kept prancing around showing off her fingers and touching her toes.