(This post also also supposed to be recorded on the 15th, but the lack of an internet connection prevented that)
For the last two weeks, gnocchi have been all the rage. (I probably shouldn’t say this too often and to too many people as I’m bound to jinx myself.) I cut them up into four pieces, put them on his tray, and he eats them (by hand, after he gets too tired of trying to stab them or smash them with his fork.)
He’s also moved onto string cheese. He’s been eating two string cheeses a day. For example, over the weekend, he was out on the porch playing, when all of a sudden there was this big commotion and rush at the fridge. I opened the fridge unsure what he wanted. He pointed at the cheese.
This bring up the Mariposa Mariposa issue: Now when he eats any food, but especially string cheese, he has to be extra careful around Mariposa, who tries to follow him and corner him to get the cheese.
I tell him, "You’ve got to watch out for Mariposa, you’ve got to turn your back to her while you’re eating," etc.
So what he does is he runs to me to hide behind in order to protect his food from Mariposa.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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