Today, we went to breakfast because I didn't have to be to work until 11. We broke our tradition and went to new restaurant to our area (but a favorite of mine) with a porch and lots of rocking chairs. I tried one of their new "healthy" breakfasts. Turkey sausage, egg beaters, tomato slices, fruit cup, and cheese grits. It was pretty good.
Of course, it took a while to get our food so we fed you first. You slurped up your fruit and grain breakfast pouch and I was forced to start doling out the puffs one puff at a time. Silly Mommy forgot to pack extra puffs. You had a ball watching and talking to all the people passing by.
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| Mama! You brought all these people here to entertain me?! You shouldn't have! |
Once Daddy and I got our food we ate quickly...which is normal these days. I shared my fruit with you. The fruit cup had strawberries and pineapple in it. I'm still nervous about giving you strawberries since there on the list of common food allergies. So I cut a pineapple chunk into Wombat size pieces. You are a definite pineapple lover. You couldn't get enough.
Once you finished your pineapple, I figured I would give you a small taste of the cheese grits. I put a tiny bit on a spoon and put it in your mouth. Oh. my. word. I have never seen a food come back out of your mouth so fast. You started gagging and spitting and blowing raspberries to get that awful stuff out of your mouth. You were so unimpressed. Daddy and I were giggling hysterically the whole time (we're no help).
You are your father's son, Little Man.
