So yesterday we were starting a week of encouraging DS to eat well at lunch and at the end of the week would get to go out to a space themed game/pizza place. Apparently they served sloppy joes, which he refused to eat -- told me he was "afraid of them". Argh! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> I explained we LOVE sloppy joes and think they're yummy. Sigh.
Got him home and there was a package waiting for him from my folks. A chocolate advent calendar. So while I was getting his meds ready for the next day he was snacking on chocolate. Did his vest and DH wasn't home from a work meeting, so I had to take him to a public hearing at work. Packed up a backpack to entertain him while he packed himself a snack. I told him the meeting was like church -- he had to be quiet. And he was very good except his choice of snack -- cheese puff -- crunch, crunch, crunch -- semi-mortified Mom and then the grand finale a HUGE burp. Snickers from one of my coworkers, commissioners and several members of the audience across the room. Ugh!
His dad showed up a little while later and took him home. I'd forgotten to mention that in our rush, I hadn't fed DS a real meal. Called on my way home to see if he needed me to stop off -- DS was mowing down a chicken nugget meal and vanilla shake from mcDs. Then a couple hours later after his bath and vest -- he once again asked for his ice cold water, but ate a HUGE bowl of salted peanuts before bed.
I tell you, they're messing with us. It's a plot to drive us INSANE.