And Then He Wanted a Bagel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I've done a couple of things I'm not proud of here.  Posted nudey pictures of my son making a bagel.  Of course I should put that out there first.  I could not resist.  After the water play (documented below), he was soaked, of course.  The sunlight of this moring has drawn me to taking out my camera, well that, and I cleared my memory, so I just had to.  And he's sort of cute, I suppose.  But trust me, I've edited out so much, so you don't have complete "exposure."  The other thing I've done, is made him FOUR breakfasts this morning. FOUR! I've become a short-order cook and I said I'd NEVER do that! This is what plagues me most about the whole thing.  Raf eats constantly but he's super picky, unlike his beloved sisters.  I'm not proud of how much I bend to this constant order of food from him these days.  The kid won't touch a vegetable.  Not one real vegetable.  He still loves fruit, but his newest addiction is cereal (read Honey Nut Cheerios).  I think I may stop bringing it into the house.  I know it's not healthy.  I know a bagel's not healthy, but still, I give in. Blah.  So here, have a side of blueberries with that.