It's Come to This

Regarding breakfast, it's come to this:

I bought sausage and a can of biscuits a few weeks ago at the grocery store. Last week, I managed to open the biscuits and put them in the oven and throw chunks of misshapen sausage in a skillet to (slightly over-) cook before my husband left for work that morning. Imagine my horror when he was overjoyed about the cuisine before him. He talked about it for days. Think he is tired of scrambled eggs with toast every morning?

Regarding Spencer's language acquisition, it's come to this:

My sister is out of school for the semester. Actually, she is out of college for good, but her graduate level classes start in January. (I want to give her credit where credit it due) More importantly, she is spoiling me by helping out with Spencer a day or so a week so that I can do a load of dishes or possibly even put up the Christmas tree. She recently informed me that Spencer could tell you what the cow says. I knew he could tell you what the dog says. He pants--I think because he can't figure out how to "bark" or "woof." It's hilarious either way. So, I asked him what the cow says, and he looked at me with his lips pushed together and said "mmmmmmmmmm." He can't "moo," but exhaustive testing has shown that he does in fact know what the cow says.

This just goes to show that even though you may stay home with your child all day and (almost) every day, other people still notice things about them that you do not. I do think he was showing off for his aunt, because I am fairly certain he has never "mmmm"-ed for me. I do attempt to keep track of these sorts of things. I'm sure his future siblings will have to get an air horn to alert me to their milestones because I will be too busy making sure Spencer is not jumping off the roof or convincing one of them to do the same.

Regarding non-negotiable discipline issues it's come to this:

Into the category of "things I swore to myself I would never do once I had a child that I now do without shame" goes letting Spencer pull everything out of my wallet...in public. The need for distraction is much greater when we are out and about! Target is the main place he enjoys a foray into "ridiculous things parents let their children do in public." I knew this was not going to end well. I pictured a credit card statement with multiple charges we would have to contest. Instead, I noticed that my visa was missing a couple of days after having used it for our co-pay at the pediatrician's office. After scouring the house, my purse, my car, and the diaper bag, I swallowed my pride and texted my husband to ask if he knew where it was. He did not.

I have a feeling it is in the dump somewhere. Oftentimes, when we are wrapping up our shopping, I grab all miscellany that Spencer has pulled out of the diaper bag and cram it into one of the sacks. Then, as Spencer plays happily while I put things away at home (insert smirk here), I put things back in their rightful place. So, I think I overlooked it and tossed it out. That or someone found it and waited too long to use it. Either way, I've learned my lesson. While Spencer played with my wallet today, I paid much closer attention.