The lows of parenthood

Cris has sunk to the depth of parenthood with me. Nothing is sacred any more.

Cris and I were too tired the other night to go home and cook dinner. Poor Cris had offered to come get me at work, but he ended up stuck in traffic and what should have been a 15 minute drive, took 45 minutes. With Owen screaming in the back seat, Cris plugged on and picked me up. I couldn't make Cris go home and wait for a meal. So we went for Chinese food.

Owen eats almost exclusively regular food so he had no problem chowing down on chicken and pork. And he seemed to adore chicken fried rice. he was literally double fisting it. As soon as one fist was out another was in full of food. Owen's accuracy isn't very good still. So while trying to open his fist in his mouth, several hundreds of pieces of rice fall on his clothes. They all collected very nicely on his sweater. Some of them were "used" some of them never made it any where other then squished in a mucky hand. So of course as all good parents know, Cris reached over, scooped up the rice from Owen's sweater...and ate it. Yum.