From a little bit of stardust

Mama, Ba Ba

I decided I was tired of scrubbing down a dinner table and highchair every meal, so Jay and I set up his travel booster seat without the tray at the table. He suddenly likes eating at the table and with a plate. That doesn’t mean the food always stays on the plate, but we’ll get there. I feel like it was a huge accomplishment. We gave Cory a light breakfast of a few Cheerios and watermelon from the one that Grandma brought over from her garden. At his snack time we went to Big Apple Bagles and had a bigger breakfast before we went next door to get shoes. His toes have been smooshed in his size 4s, and the Robeez aren’t going to cut it for outside play. A woman helped us find shoes for him that were a thumb too big. We got the only pair or Robeez Tredz in his size and another higher topped shoe. It was a good thing we had that gift certificate from the Coleman’s because two pairs of good fitting nice shoes would have cost me just under 100 bucks. I can’t imagine paying $50 every time he grows out of shoes! Of course, I spend more than that every time he grows out of clothes. This afternoon we went to Eliza’s birthday party. Our friend Amanda’s daughter is now one. How exciting. Cory thought it was his job to go over and open presents. He also thought if he started playing with something it’s his. I guess this is from being an only child and being the only kid at the babysitter except for the 3 year old twice a week. I made a shepherd’s pie for dinner. I made fresh mashed potatoes and found some mushrooms in the fridge to cook with the meat. It was going to be great, because Cory loves mushrooms. Of course, I pull it out of the oven to serve, and EW! It smelled so strong. I used shitaki mushrooms instead of white caps. Don’t do that. It was really horrible. Cory scooped around some bits and did eat a spoon or two. At this point Jay left to get some salads from Wendy’s cause we were both too tired to think about cooking AGAIN. Cory made a terrible mess of his all over the table and him, and then finally looked up at me and said “Mama…ba ba.” Whether my child was reminding me that I was “bananas” for making such a terrible mistake on dinner or he was telling me dinner was so horrible he should just have a banana, I felt both interpretations were accurate and did cheer me up.

Filed by meg at September 27th, 2008 under Daily Entries