Re-centralised

When Eli woke up with morning I asked him what he wanted to eat for breakfast.

His reply was, “Eat. Eggs. Juice.”

So I get up from the computer and head into the kitchen. I open the refridgerator door and reach for the eggs. Ack! Somehow someway they managed to run out of eggs without letting anyone know (I was just at the store! Grr!). I apologise to Eli, and ask him what else he would like for breakfast.

His reply was, “Yo-eee (yogurt)”.

I say, “Ok” and take the yogurt out of the fridge. Ack! Hardly a bowl left!

He demolishes the yogurt, and is still hungry. I pour him some of the juice he wanted. He ignores it and refuses to eat it. I try to bait him with his favorite cereal – no joy.

Humorously enough, they are out of bread too – so no grilled cheese, sandwiches, or peanut butter toast (as if he would eat it)!

I leave his cereal out on his table and he eventually eats some of it grazing, but I know that seething beneith the surface is a ravenous beast that is waiting to devour any piece of deliciously hot breakfast that walks in front of him.

Partway through us watching mythbusters make a cannon out of an Argon tube, a bowling ball, and some match heads, I decide we need to get out of our pajamas and head to the store. I ask Eli if he still wants some eggs.

He says, “Bite. Eggs. Eat.”

So while he laughs hysterically at the end of the cannon episode, I rummage about looking for pants, socks, shoes. Thankfully everything is where it should and I assemble a baby-bag, and a change of clothes. We head out, stop up stairs at my apartment so that i too can get dressed enough to go to the store.

I get him strapped into his car seat and we depart. Little did he know he was going to be subjected to multiple plays of DJ Foods re-edit of the Sesame Street “Pinball Number Song” complete with his old man singing at the top of his lungs (with probable bewilderment of the people driving beside him).

The store is rather uneventful. I made a list before we left so we didn’t doddle.

But…

Eli is a flirt. Even the haggard older lady’s who are buying hemorrhoid creme or pickled eggs seemed to get doe-eyed. He got a sucker from the cute cashier who seemed very eager to help us.

Speaking of – the only casualty of the trip was due to Eli striking up a conversation with the pretty organic & natural foods lady. I was trying to remember what kind of yogurt to get, when she asked if she could help me find something. I, as expected, momentarily lost my train of thought. Eli starts talking to her, I grab some yogurt off the shelf, we make small talk, and then were off to get the next thing on the list. When I got home I realised I had gotten the Low Fat Vanilla rather then the Whole Milk stuff. So thanks to the lot of them I have to eat a bunch of yogurt this week.

By the time we got home it was about lunch time so Eli had decided that he wanted Hot Dogs rather then Eggs. You would think that with all the running around and effort to get a dozen eggs I would be frazzled – Had I not wanted one of those amazing Jumbo National Hebrew Kosher Dogs myself!

As expected he wolfed down his cheese sandwich, glass of juice, and jumbo dog in mere minutes. After a quick check of his diaper he went down for a nap just as fast.

Which, is where I am heading.

Those dogs are that good.