All things I swore I would never do...

So now that Owen is one, I have started to create a mental list of all the self imposed rules I have broken. Some of them are too embarrassing to mention (but of course I will) and some are just plain dumb rules to begin with. So I cross my self and ask for your forgiveness:

1. Will not eat MacDonald's till he is at least 4. This one falls in the "I'm embarrassed to admit" category. He has had french fries (I scrape off all the salt and realise from now on to ask for salt free fries any where we go) and a Jr. chicken burger (plain, no sauce no lettuce and no breaded coating- he just likes the processed chicken. Yum) Sometimes it really is too much to make hot dogs.
   
   
2. Will not go over board on Christmas presents. Although I have been pretty good, it's hard not to go hog wild. I realise he has no concept of anything beyond his nose. I also realise he will only really enjoy the wrapping paper (he spends long periods of time shredding paper into little pieces), the boxes and climbing the tree. So I have been good, but probably spent a smidgen more than I should have.
   
   
3. Will not give into every cry. Totally not happening. I get it now. After a day of work, coming home, doing dinner, cleaning and being nice to Cris, it is too damn hard to listen to him cry because he wants to completely unroll the roll of toilet paper and we are trying to stop him. It is far easier to roll the paper back up when he looses interest (or even better, to shut the door before he remembers what fun it is). So yes, sometimes when you come over, I will pick him up if he whines, I will let him destroy a magazine and I will let him eat paper.
   
   
4. Give him cookies for dinner. OK this one has serious repercussions, folks. If Owen doesn't eat enough, HE WAKES UP AT NIGHT. I did that whole waking up every few hours a year ago. I even did the waking up once a night a few months ago. I am too tired to still be doing it. So yes, he eats cookies when he refuses everything else.
   
   
5. Watch TV. Another totally unrealistic expectation. Duh- what am I suppose to watch if he can't watch TV?? Yes I am ashamed to admit I am part of the TV generation. I like the background noise and music doesn't cut it. But Owen has been only exposed to quality programming; Wheel of Fortune (the wheel fascinates him and he is pretty good on the toss up rounds), Jeopardy ('nough said) and a horrible Spanish soap opera "Floribella" which is too painful for even me to watch as the lead actress cries every scene but Cris likes it.
   

So thus concludes the confessional for this month. How did I get this catholic guilt?? So I don't want to hear about the reduced size of my son's brain, his cholesterol levels, his rotting teeth or his fixation on Vanna. Till he starts answering in questions or thinks cookies are food group, we will survive.