This week I've let my son eat as many hot dogs as he wanted. Given that we've been to three barbeques in five days, that is not an insignificant number. Yes, they are filled with salt, nitrates and all sorts of other yummy good/badness, but it's still food! Food and my boy aren't usually good friends after 4 pm. He's buds with breakfast and definitely snacks, but late afternoon food just seems to piss him off. And don't even mention dinner! He HATES dinner now! Who knows why they broke up, but I think it makes me saddest of all. I'm sucking up like crazy to all food, trying to will it to make my son fall in love again. So hooray for hot dogs. I'll take it.
We spent the weekend up in heaven, aka Lake Tahoe. My lungs feel cleaner but my car is waaaaay dirtier. I learned how to ride a bike with no hands. Taught myself and all. Not a bad party trick, though the whole time my husband was screaming at me that I was going to fall. He has no faith in my grace. Rightfully so.
The wee one enjoyed the hiking, the biking and the boating. But, by far, his favorite part was sneaking into a nearby hotel swimming pool. Shhh. My husband, who was so scared of me riding a bike without holding on for ten seconds at a time, taught our toddles how to use a noodle to prop himself up and kick across the pool. All in the time in took me to go to the bar and back. Color me impressed.
Today I learned officially what it means to be the mama of a little boy. As we were driving home we started smelling a terrible smell. A smell that weaved around the car and captured even the innocents in its fog. Not wanting to smell the shite any longer, we pulled over to change the offending diaper. I asked the boy for the tenth time if he pooped and still denial city. Just as I was about to pick him up from the carseat, he burst out laughing and said "faaaht, faaaht. Toto faaaht." Toto would be Tony, our dog sitting in the back who apparently had one too many duck treats. Clearly, I need to prepare myself now for the booger humor.