If only all trips to the park were as funny as the last one. Today’s was relatively uneventful. And we actually made it to Trader Joe’s, which makes only for a story about shaking string cheese in its bag to make Davis laugh and prevent him from throwing it on the ground at regular intervals. I also shared with him a sample of a flatbread sandwich with cheese and turkey and roasted red and yellow peppers.
Given my nascent appearance on the blogging scene, I feel justified in refusing to use any single style or genre of expression. This may change eventually, but I hope not.
For now, I’d like to talk about mealtimes. My dinner this evening has taken place in fits and bursts since around 5 pm, when I had the sample of the flatbread sandwich at Trader Joe’s and shared it with Davis. Since then, I have had:
1.the remnants of avocado I found on my fingers (after feeding it to children while wedged between two car seats)
2. 2 Mango Mochi
3. 18 cheesy tortilla chips
4. 1/2 of a Mum Mum (snack food intended to distract children during long — or short — car rides)
5. a handful of burger fried for children who disliked it
6. part of an eggless (we didn’t have eggs) blueberry banana poppyseed muffin
7. three bites of a white peach (found discarded on two high chairs)
8. a green bean
I’m considering eating something else.