He Ate What?

As anyone who has children and a blog will tell you, as soon as you write something about your child, they will immediately do something to prove you wrong.  If you write that your 2 month old sleeps 8 hour stretches, you child will start waking every 8 minutes.  Voice your concern that your 18 month old isn’t talking much, the next day they start speaking in 4 word sentences.  You get the point.

So yesterday, I rambled on about not wanting people to think that I favor Jack and basically it boiled down to the fact that I have more to write about with Jack than Xander.  So in true child form, last night the boy-child decided to be blog-worthy.

Last night’s plan for dinner was hot dogs, french fries and green beans.  Yeah, yeah, I know, not healthy and not imaginative but whatever.  Mid-afternoon, the husband sends me an IM saying that we should order Olive Garden instead.  I reluctantly agreed.  I’m not a huge fan of Olive Garden.  They pretty much only have like two things with less than 50 grams of fat (which by the way, did you know that the Fettuccine Alfredo had 75 grams of fat?) and their service sucks and they ALWAYS get our order wrong.  So anyway, after work, I place my order and went to pick it up.  Not surprisingly, the order was wrong. After three attempts to fix it, the order was finally right and I headed home.

We settled in at the dinning room table and started to eat.  Xander was clearly less than pleased with his cheese ravioli and bread stick.  He kept grunting and pointing to my dish. I had ordered the Venetian Apricot Chicken.  It comes with broccoli, tomatoes and about 8 to 10 asparagus spears.  Xander is generally a fan of broccoli so I gave him a couple pieces.  He then proceeded to eat ALL of my broccoli.  Then he started grunting again.  He wanted my asparagus.  I really didn’t want to share, because I love asparagus but I gave him a small piece thinking what 16 month old will actually eat asparagus.  Guys, he ate EVERY SINGLE PIECE of asparagus.  Seriously, the child ate probably 8 pieces of asparagus.  How does that even happen? What kid eats ANY asparagus, let along 8 pieces?

I will tell you one thing, between all the broccoli and all that asparagus, I bet his afternoon diaper isn’t gonna be that pleasant.  I should probably go buy a little something for his teachers.  I’m just glad I won’t be the one cleaning up that mess.

Look how cute I am! You should write about me more often.

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