Addison hates the smell of baby food. All of it. If he sees us break out any food for Colin, Addison will switch seats to escape the scent. This morning, he took it a step further by constructing a cereal box barrier. The funny part to me was that Addison was eating waffles. He actually had to get up (which he loves to do) and find something to block the aroma of mixed berries and rice cereal. That was breakfast.
Lunch was great, too. Cajun turkey with bacon and cheese on wheat toast. It was quite tasty, but the thing that cracked me up as I savored each and every bite was that it was just another new thing for lunch. See, at work, I had the same thing for lunch every single day: Lean Pocket, carrots, Cheez-Its, cookies, raisins. The pockets varied, the cracker option rotated, the dessert and fruit changed from time to time, and the carrots were an absolute constant. It was a well balanced meal (made daily with love by Heather), but the consistency made people laugh. I loved it.
I like my routines (I make no secret of it). But now, I have something different for lunch every day. Actually, my routines aren't as numerous anymore now that I'm at home all the time. I'm starting to think they were a coping mechanism for just getting through the days. It's possible that I was dealing with my fear of being trapped without options by deciding to restrict myself on my own terms. Now there's no need, and I mix things up every day. Huh, who knew?
Then dinner came. We ate at my parents and I got to meet my nephew Zachary (not Robbie's kid, whose name I still don't know ). My oldest sister, Heidi, had him just after Colin was born, and since Heidi lives in the Bronx, we don't see each other every day. But she flew in with the kids today, so she got to meet Colin, we got to meet Zachary, and we all got to eat pork loin, topped off with my mom's homemade chocolate chip cookies.
All in all, it was a fine, eventful day of eating. In fact, I might have just one more cookie before bed. Don't tell Addison. We cut him off at four, and I'm going on my ninth or so.