We went grocery shopping last night and took the beast. He was way too excited to be there, so it was kinda like shopping with a miniature wild rhinoceros. Until I picked up a container of SantaSweets tomatoes. As soon as those bad boys were in the cart, so was he. Sitting like a perfect little boy in the designated seat and everything, patting the weird metal you-can-put-stuff-here-but-you-will-forget-it tray area in front of him to show me where to put the container. He sat there the whole time and ate 4 tomatoes shy of the entire pint.
And then we came home and he ate half a cucumber, 11 black olives, a taco, a plain tortilla, and a little salad. Ya think he was growing yesterday? I expected his mattress to bottom out when I put him to bed.
Speaking of putting him to bed, I have found my new favorite place for my head. Resting on my 3 year old's shoulder with his arm wrapped around me while he "pets" my head and guzzles down 2/3 of a pint of milk. That right there is paradise.
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