Please don't call CPS

Jul 06, 2009 17:55

My son asked for popcorn for dinner. By name, he asked for popcorn. When pressed, he emphatically reiterated his request, complete with full-body nodding.

I, terrible mother that I am, acquiesced. Hey, it's fresh popped on the stove, with olive oil. And, people, he asked for it by using a WORD.

He ate the guts from a piece of crusty bread, a few handfuls of popcorn, and sucked down a glass of grape juice. The kid just has no appetite. I fail to see how he manages to survive, but the pediatrician and First Steps folks unanimously insist that he's fine, perfectly normal, nothing to worry about, Mizz Hartung.

Meanwhile, young SumoSon will eat an entire banana and then wash it all down with a 20 minute nursing session. And if you offered him some Cheerios, he'll take those, too, thank you very much.

Now they're sitting on the floor at my feet, watching Ni-hao, Kai-lan and passing a puffy book back and forth between them.

Mom tells me the kids love World... let's pull it up and see... Yep, rumor confirmed. Dixon is rocking back and forth, and Samuel climbed up into my lap to watch and replay ... and replay ... and replay.

And look! Now he's eating an apple and more popcorn. Just another Monday night in Paradise.

love, samuel, dixon

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