Tuesday, September 30, 2008

"The Safest Place for Z is on the Floor..."

Zane is 9-1/2 months old now, and he's mobile. Well, sort of mobile. Mobile enough that PG declared the floor "the safest place for Z." I may be a slacker mama, but I'm keen on keeping my precious one safe. I don't want him to, you know, go tumbling off our bed in his quest to practice his mad skillz; so, the floor it is.
Yesterday I dutifully placed Z on the floor in the dressing area of our bathroom while I took a shower. It's harwood floor with a few area rugs - a wonderful combination for crawling practice. Plus, I put a few bath books and bath toys on the floor to entertain him. With all of those delightful and colorful objects at his fingertips, what did he choose to play with? Yep, you guessed it! The (thankfully unopened and encased-in-plastic) package of disposable razors stowed in a basket under my vanity. I guess the floor is the safest place AFTER the home has been child-proofed.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Not-Yet No-Nutrition Thursday

After dinner tonight, my oldest said, "Can I have dessert?" Considering I think dessert should be made one of the major food groups, it would be entirely hypocritical of me to snarf dessert on the sly, while extolling the healthfulness of those tasty carrots he could have instead.

So we let the boys have dessert almost every night--a few jelly beans, or whatever candy is left over from the last major holiday. They eat well, so they get dessert. They don't eat well...they don't get dessert.

Seeing as how it's almost October, and Easter has long since passed, the dessert factor is rather slim these days. And I forgot to buy anything for the boys when I went grocery shopping today--anything that is, that passed the food allergy test.

However, I couldn't pass up the French chocolate-covered butter cookies (50 cents a box, on sale), and the Dove ice cream miniatures (buy two boxes, get a dollar off).

There was an opened bag of marshmallows and some stale circus peanuts left over from Will's birthday (in July). So I doled out a circus peanut and a marshmallow for their dessert.

And now that the boys are in bed, it's time to go snarf the Dove ice cream miniatures and the French chocolate-covered butter cookies .

Mommy: 6000 calories.
Food allergy children: Better luck next time.

What did I say about hypocrisy?

Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Smelly Kid

The teacher hasn't written home (yet), and Zane's little buddies in daycare still like playing with him; but PG and I narrowly escaped certain humiliation this week. Thank heaven yesterday was Friday. Last night as I was getting Z ready for bed, PG said, "We need to give him a bath tomorrow." I retorted, "You think? We haven't bathed him since Sunday." PG, being the loving father, said, "Eewwww..." As I said, good thing yesterday was Friday.

This is what Zane will look like - at least twice - this weekend.