Random Bits

The lunchbox that needs filling.

First, some advice is needed.  Alright, mamas, papas, aunts, uncles, grandmamas, grandpapas, caretakers, what have been some of the two year old’s in your life’s favorite noshes?  Happy would eat eggs for breakfast and a peanut butter and fruit spread on multigrain everyday for lunch if he could, but the kid needs some main course food variety– especially for preschool lunches (where sunflower butter is substituted for peanut butter) that go with him to school in his lunch box and can’t be heated.  What have been hits with the little ones in your lives? 

And, now, for this week’s bits.

1.  My sister called to say that my nephew approached her with this question the other day.  “Happy’s just a baby right now.  When will he be a boy?”  I think it’s happening much too slow for my sweet four-year-old nephew but way too fast for this mama. 

2.  BF and Happy went to the beach this past weekend.  In the grocery store checkout there, the little boy in front of them, who had been studying Happy and BF, finally blurted out, “How did you get a black baby?”  Five or six years old is when kids start to notice color/ ethnicity and try to better understand how that all fits into things so it was absolutely age appropriate for this little boy to ask– especially if he’s never seen multi-racial families around him.  BF said that before he could engage (he did get out a “Well, he’s adopted…”), the boy’s mom, mortified, dragged him out of the store.  Bummer, because it’s not at all shameful to be curious about how families come together, and we’re always happy to engage in that sort of productive conversation.  We both feel kinda bad that that mama may have felt embarrassed for what was absolutely normal.

3. I received a ransom note today.  Well, not a ransom note.  An SOS note.  It seems that while BF was putting Happy down for his nap, he couldn’t smoothly transition a sleeping Happy into this crib from BF’s arms.  Now, the solution to this problem is breaking BF and Happy’s habit of falling asleep together before Happy goes down for his nap and putting Happy down awake but BF has no desire to know what my solutions are after the year and a half that we have suffered with Happy’s sleep (Bizarrely, Happy goes down at night with nary a tear.  It’s just the naps where he desires the coddling.), and Happy has no desire to let mama put him down for his naps because he knows that mama’s plan does not involve endless minutes of coddling.  Did I think that or type that?  Anyway, BF came home for lunch and went to put Happy down, and Happy was in an especially pitiful state because he was too tired from pre-school (just his third day) and because he is having this awful allergic reaction to sand flea bites that he suffered on the beach.  Anyway, about 30 minutes after BF entered the room, I noted that he was still in there.  At my computer, answering emails, this comes across the screen from BF:

Baby is asleep but as I move he wakes up. I am being held hostage. What should i do?

Back to me:  I’ll have you know that I successfully brokered a surrender.  I will not say which party gave up. 

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