Today's schedule was severely skewed by last night's Bama-Penn State game. After a late wake-up and breakfast, a really late lunch, and a short nap, we were at a loss about dinner. We weren't hungry at dinnertime but knew that we couldn't put Elliott to bed without something to eat. So we foraged and had the most whacked-out dinner ever: parfaits of Greek yogurt, mandarin oranges, and wheat germ. Dessert consisted of cut watermelon. (I think there was a banana in there somewhere as well.)
In other fun food news, I just discovered this photo on my phone. A few weeks ago at La Paz, I looked over at Elliott's plate and saw that he had made a ring of chips ALL THE WAY AROUND his plate. By the time I got out my phone, he had started eating them one by one. Ummm, OCD much, Elliott?
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Mmm, La Paz! I can relate to the improvised dinner. Last night as Liam was supposed to be getting in bed, he said, "Mommy, I need some food." I got mad because I thought it was a delay tactic, until I realized I had FORGOTTEN TO GIVE HIM DINNER. So he ate a peanut butter sandwich in his PJs, and I felt guilty all night.
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