Eating

Heating everything at once helped make tacos go faster tonight, but still I’m not a fan. Plus Jory goes through them like crazy. My son is slowly morphing into one of those human garbage cans. When we’re at home all day, he’s constantly asking for food. I have to think: is he really hungry, does he just think he’s hungry, or is he just being greedy because he knows it’s there? The dilemma

The girls are no shortstop.

“Mommy, may I have some milk?”

“Mommy, may I have some grapes?”

“Mommy, may I have some cheerios?”

“You just ate,” I sometimes remind them.

“But I’m still hungry,” is their response. Most days I don’t buy it. You can’t eat breakfast at 8 and be starving by 10. Nope. Don’t buy it.

Next week we need an easier meal. I think I’ll go with the spaghetti we were suppose to have this week.