Hooked on a Feeling

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Conversation with Jason, today, 6:15 PM.
Jason in car, on his way home:

Me: "Hey honey, I need you to stop and get me some Lays or Ruffles plain potato chips."

Jason: "Why? I thought we were having the TJ's garlic fries for dinner?"

Me: "We are. But I want potato chips. Lays or Ruffles."

J: "We have pita chips in the cupboard."

Me: "Here's how its going to work. If you come home without the Lays or Ruffles PLAIN potato chips, I will get in the car and drive to the store and buy myself a bag."

J: "I'm stopping..."

5 Minutes later, Jason is at Cardiff Seaside Market, a little gourmet grocer

J: "Hey, they have those yummy Kettle chips in the salt and black pepper that you like."

Me: "Do they have LAYS OR RUFFLES?!"

J: "Yea, but ohh, they have buffalo and blue cheese flavored also.."

Me: "Okay, get those AND a bag of PLAIN OLD FASHION LAYS OR RUFFLES. I want plain potato chips and I want to dip them in ranch dressing and I want to do this now."

J: "Plain Lays it is.."

Me: "Oh, and don't forget dessert.."

Pregnancy is lovely.

Something the parent of a 3 year old would only understand

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This weekend our good friends Marina and Craig from San Francisco were in town with their 2 year old, Julian. In one of those moments where you truly feel you have to be in the bottom 10% of the decent parent pool, Julian ate a nice big plate brown rice and broccoli while our child would only consume lemonade and cupcakes. Jason became horrified. WE MUST BE THE WORST PARENTS.

I reminded him that at 2, before drafting his first edition of "Will Power - The ability to scream louder, throw master fits and continue until YOU get what you want!", Lucas also liked brown rice and broccoli. Oh, and would eat it.

So I can only imagine the horror it would cause when I publicly state that today, at lunch, I let Lucas eat his apple sauce, carrot sticks and quesadilla on the floor "like a lion". I even fed him bits of it by hand as he growled and crawled around on all fours.

My mantra of late is "pick your battles". At 33.5 weeks pregnant with a massive freaking head cold, this was one of those moments. And hey, he ate. And the food was nutritionally decent - at least compared to cupcakes.