Give me my crown already!

So this morning Wild Man decided he no longer likes one of his favorite breakfasts ever...the "op tart," and I found myself a little frustrated because it was one of those mornings that frequently happens after the holidays. The kind where you hover in that sort of limbo between the holiday itself actually being over and not really knowing what to do next, what with it being a brand new year and all. And having had a little person sneezing and coughing and showering a whole myriad of bodily fluids in my direction for over a week now, I was feeling a little under the weather and quite frankly was looking forward to a no-brainer breakfast this morning. One that involves nothing more than ripping it open, as Wild Man does not require that his tarts actually be popped.



Well.



In the kindest, most patient tone I could muster, I asked His Royal Hiney, if not a pop tart, then what would he be having for breakfast this morning?

"Peanut Budder pweeze."

Peanut Butter? Are you kidding me? The thought of it first thing in the morning, I must admit, made me gag a little, but he does love it. And he asked so politely. And well, you know, I aim to please.

So here was his breakfast.



Yes, those are "cookies." You got a problem with that? I figured as long as I was racing toward a "Mother of the Year" award what with serving my 2 year old peanut butter for breakfast, I might as well seal the nomination with some cookies a la carte. Besides, I didn't have the energy or the stomach to actually spread that stuff on bread that early in the morning and have to endure the smell. In fact I actually considered just handing him the jar, but being nominated and all, I took the extra loving and motherly step and actually spooned a glob of it into a bowl so he could dip his "treks" cookies into it.


While watching a little t.v.


I know! Am I gonna win or what? Then I decided that while he was occupied with what those health and fitness kooks experts might possibly consider THE MOST NUTRITIOUS BREAKFAST EVER, I could quickly check my email in the next room.

And came back to find this.



and this



and I swear I couldn't have been gone for more than 5 or 10 minutes...tops (in dog years).

But it's o.k. As long as I am in the running for M.O.T.Y., I will not only indulge him with the best breakfast ever, I will also let him participate in another of his very favorite activities.



The boy does love a good shower. A good long shower. Almost as much as he likes getting mucked up with food and dirt. If only the hot water would last, I could go do my shopping for the week and drop by Roe's for a quick trim. Oh heck, and highlights.

Oh I kid. You know I wouldn't have time for the trim. That's just silly.

So let's recap.

I fed my son peanut butter for breakfast.

With cookies.

While unattended.

And watching t.v.

Then stuck him in the shower.

A nice looonnnggg shower.

I don't mean to brag, but I seriously think I'm a shoe-in for this award.

By the way, how do you like my hair?