Blow me

Things have been nuts this week with my husband out of town. I don't think he has been gone more than one night since the little one was born so it's been a loooong week. Did I mention it rained - yeah, that helps the time pass.

Anyway, my youngest, Charlie will be two in March and over the last two weeks he has just gotten..... older! He has grown taller (all his pants are starting to look short), he has tried a ton of new foods (other than the Cheerios, yogurt and buttered toast diet he has been subsisting on), and has also become more stubborn (hello two!). I pulled out all the stops tonight and made hot dogs. The Husband does all the cooking and when he is not here we usually just eat out but with the rain and after eating out all week I just wasn't up to it so - hot dogs it was. Charlie, who has NEVER eaten any meat, ate a whole hot dog! I wasn't even planning on giving him one but he clearly wanted one so we tried it. And yes, I cut it up super small so he wouldn't choke. I know that this is not exciting news but maybe he will actually gain some weight now. Last weigh in was 21 lbs 3oz. I know.

All of this to tell you that it took him FOREVER to eat the thing because he insists that everyone blow on every piece of his food, one bite at a time, before he eats it. EVERYONE. So, he picks up a bite, blows on it, holds it out to me, I blow on it, then holds it out to brother who is paying no attention, so I have to say, "Bobby, blow" and he blows on it, and THEN Charlie can eat the bite. Since I cut the hot dog into about 35 pieces dinner lasted about 4 hours. We actually saved a little time since my husband wasn't here. What really cracked me up is that we are all so used to doing this at every meal that when I say, "Bobby, blow" he doesn't even look up - he just blows towards the high chair. I know this is all so exciting that you're wondering what you could do to be lucky enough to have dinner here. It's a thrill a minute folks.