This Day
Zion is cutting his molars. I realize that this has to happen - rite of passage and all - but they should make special medicine for mommies who have to go through this, too, because this was a day from hell.
Mike came home early, which was good, because I was about 6.2 seconds away from my breaking point. He took over, I went to the store. Came back with groceries and could hear Zion crying from the curb. So I came inside, picked him up, gave Mike a break and tried to calm the poor kid down for a few minutes.
As it turns out, all he wanted was to stand in the bathtub and eat Cheezits. Silly me for not knowing that.
Next breakthrough: every night when I cook dinner, Zion freaks out and tries to push me away from the stove or the counter. I mean he really puts himself between me and the stove/counter and pushes on my legs as hard as he can - it's the WEIRDEST thing. So tonight he's doing this and he's having a screaming FIT like someone's beating him or something (cause we do that a lot), and I finally asked Mike to get a chair from the dining room (I was chopping onions). Mike gets a chair, Zion climbs up on it, POOF! Happy kid. Just wanted to be up on mom's level helping cook. Here's what he did next:
People, that is an onion in his mouth. My son ate an onion. Like an apple. An onion. And he LIKED it.
My 18-month-old son likes whole raw onions and black coffee. That's all I have to say about this day.
Mike came home early, which was good, because I was about 6.2 seconds away from my breaking point. He took over, I went to the store. Came back with groceries and could hear Zion crying from the curb. So I came inside, picked him up, gave Mike a break and tried to calm the poor kid down for a few minutes.
As it turns out, all he wanted was to stand in the bathtub and eat Cheezits. Silly me for not knowing that.
Next breakthrough: every night when I cook dinner, Zion freaks out and tries to push me away from the stove or the counter. I mean he really puts himself between me and the stove/counter and pushes on my legs as hard as he can - it's the WEIRDEST thing. So tonight he's doing this and he's having a screaming FIT like someone's beating him or something (cause we do that a lot), and I finally asked Mike to get a chair from the dining room (I was chopping onions). Mike gets a chair, Zion climbs up on it, POOF! Happy kid. Just wanted to be up on mom's level helping cook. Here's what he did next:
People, that is an onion in his mouth. My son ate an onion. Like an apple. An onion. And he LIKED it.
My 18-month-old son likes whole raw onions and black coffee. That's all I have to say about this day.
posted by SevenHappyScrappers at 10:12 PM
4 Comments:
WHAT did you eat when you were pregnant girl? An onion? YUCK! Oh, btw, Becca ALWAYS has to be on the chair helping me AND she is addicted to Cheetos!
OMG! Yuck! I can't believe he is eating an onion! That is too funny!
He is sooooooooooooooooooo beautiful! Wow, you and Mike make beautiful babies!!!!
Grant has a step stool that he grabs to watch me work.
my kids did the pushing on my legs thing too! The also have to be on a chair or on the counter helping. Cheetos in the bathtub, why of course, why whouldn't every mommy think of that?!
Were with ya on the molars thing. Thanks goodness for motrin and those thingys you can put a ice cube in!!
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