Do you want to get the camera, or should I?

Our family room is an addition to the back of our house and is semi-closed off from the other first floor rooms . It’s nice to have an out-of-sight space to keep toys, our comfy -but ugly- recliner, our elliptical machine that we never use, and all the baby gear we use fequently. The down side is that when I sit in the comfy-but ugly-recliner to feed the baby, I can’t see what kind of trouble my 3 year old is getting himself into. I have mentioned before about how Sam’s passive aggressive behavior while I nurse his brother simultaneously amuses and aggravates me…

Thought I would share the recent additions…

A couple weeks ago, I was no more than 5 minutes into nursing the baby before my husband got home from work, walked into our back family room and asked, “Do you want to get the camera, or should I?”

That’s rock salt.

…yyyyeah, what can I say? 

A huge pile of rock salt in our front entry.

 

 

 

 

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Then, just a few days ago, Sam walked into the family room with a box of cereal. I was feeding the baby, and Sam was content to eat Fruit Loops straight from the box and watch cartoons. Who am I to mess with that set up?

Eventually, he got bored and toted his Fruit Loops out of the room. At first I thought maybe he was putting the cereal away. Hey, a girl can dream can’t she?  It was more likely that he was going to throw cereal at the dog.

I called after him, “That’s your cereal, don’t feed it to the dog!”

He bounced back in the room a couple minutes later. No cereal.

ME:  What did you do with your Fruit Loops?

SAM:  Oh, it’s over the floor.

The baby and I went in to inspect the mess….

 

While Sam was in his time out chair, baby discovered he’s now ready for “real” solid foods …like Fruit Loops.  Much more substance than mashed bananas.

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So that brings us to yesterday. This time I was sitting in the comfy -but ugly- recliner, but I wasn’t feeding the baby. I was chillaxin’ with my laptop, reading and commenting on blogs. The baby was crawling around on the floor and Sam was enjoying his favorite snack…”peanut butter poons.” He likes to get a spoon and eat the peanut butter right out of the jar. Ahh, a boy after my own heart.

Anyway, the comfy -but ugly- recliner is positioned at one end of our coffee table, and there’s some open floor space in front of the TV on the other end. Sam took his PB and sat in front of the table (out of my immediate view) and watched TV while he ate.

ME: “Don’t give your brother any peanut butter.”

*5 minutes later*

ME: “Don’t give any to your brother.”

*5 minutes later*

ME: “Sam, did you give the baby peanut butter?

SAM: “yeah”

…gotta give the kid props for honesty.

Here’s what left me speechless when I stood up and walked around to the other side of the coffee table:

FYI…the baby is not allergic to peanuts.