Strangers in a normal land: May 2009

Monday Meal

>> May 26, 2009

It's Tuesday?! What? Long weekends completely throw me. Why you ask? I don't work. Asher's not in school yet. Ah, but dear hubby is at home. And that makes all the difference in the world. Especially on a long weekend when he has no deadline or threat of impending doom. It was a truly glorious weekend. We did yard work and housework on Saturday and still had time to go to the park for a bit. Sunday afternoon was spent out on our patio. Asher had his water/sand table out and was having fun combining everything. We discovered a table and umbrella (likely from the 70's but that's okay) and set up for a nice leisurely day. Monday was spent with a nice lie-in (after taking an hour and a half to put Asher back to sleep at around 3 in case you thought he might have actually slept through the night, but that's another post) a bit of lounging and laundry and a trip to the park. All of it with Jeff by our sides all happy and relaxed. Big contented sigh.

Which is why I totally forgot that yesterday was Monday. So here is what I had planned for this week's Monday Meal:

This is not so much a test as a testament as to the totally great kid that I have. Here he is with a plate of fish sticks, chips (fries) and peas.

He loves all of these things. I had thought he loved chips the best, followed by fish and then peas.

I guess not. He's not touched his fish and chips in favour of finishing off his peas first.

Grammy and I are very proud of our little man.

He loves his peas so much he'd like to share.

Even the ones in his mouth.

I love my little man.

>> May 23, 2009

Oh, for a full night's sleep.

It's Monday! Again.

>> May 18, 2009

Okay, so this is quickly becoming less about me getting nutrition into Asher in new and fun ways and more just a topic to get me going on a Monday. So here is Asher having High Tea (I don't know if that technically calls for capitals, but it sounds like it should) at the Ritz. It apparently takes two months to get a reservation here (lucky Mum booked it as soon as she bought her flight) and you can't take pictures because there might be famous people there. So we hid our camera behind the menu and the tea pots and the sandwich tray and tried to take pictures with only Asher in them. Even though there was no one that we recognized.

Asher was very good. For the most part. He did scream for a couple minutes when I pinched his leg in the highchair clips while I was buckling him in. I felt so bad. I felt bad for the well-dressed people who thought there were in for some high-dining and I felt bad for the look of complete horror on my son's face as I caused him pain and then I felt bad all over again when I went to change him after and saw the little red mark I left on his leg. Poor little man. He got a bit restless at the end, but once I let him out to walk around the hotel he was thrilled. And greatly admired as he strutted his stuff in his fancy little suit.

This is the tray of goodies. We had already gone through the sandwiches and they brought us more. Mom loved the scones the best, I found the pastries a bit disappointing. Who knew that the Ritz could make such wonderful sandwiches.

Asher loved the ham sandwiches the best. But apparently he only likes ham sandwiches like they make them there because he's been less than thrilled with them here at home.

There you can see his backup snacks and sippycup.

And the rest of the pictures are really just of him being adorable. Enjoy:

(I have no idea what that look is he's giving me)

(checkin' out the neighbors)

This really says it all. Tea at the Ritz is, well, ritzy, but at the end of the day toddlers are exhausting.

Monday Meals...give or take a day...or two

>> May 5, 2009

Okay, okay. Perhaps I should have waited to start the whole weekly blog thing until I knew I would have some actual time on my hands. This week also has a great excuse. My Mum is visiting from Canada. Yay!! It's been very nice to have another adult in the house to talk to during the day. And of course it is truly wonderful to see Asher and his Grandma laughing and having fun. More on that later.

Right now, I have to talk again about cottage cheese. I loved my last comment that perhaps if it's not in this country then perhaps I'm not such a stranger after all. Alas, I found it. Granted it was on the bottom shelf so no one can see it, but still.

I thought I would put some peaches in it to have a familiar and sweet taste to entice him:

I know you can't really tell so much from these pictures, but he was essentially just sitting there with his mouth open, moving the stuff around, trying to not swallow it:

All in all, not a big fan. Which I am totally okay with. So what next? I'm thinking maybe tomatoes. Or potatoes. That's not such a big deal I know, but he keeps steeling them out of their basket and trying to eat them raw. I'm tempted to let him try. But for right now, I'm going to say that next week I'm taking off. It will be Mum's last couple days with us and I don't want to worry about it or give excuses again.

I'll leave you with a couple pictures from a wedding we went to this last weekend. None of the pictures are of the wedding, they are all of Asher in his awesome little suit. Tell me he doesn't look like a tiny little Doctor Who only without the long coat.