| Sunday, June 05, 2005 |
| What's for Dinner? |
When we attended the twin's birthday party a few weeks ago, elder nephew Matthew (by 2 weeks) was crawl racing around the house and getting into everything, like the laundry room, where the dogfood bowl beckoned. Rancito and I laughed that Lauren had no interest in the laundry room or dogfood for that matter.
Today Rancito and I traded off taking care of Lauren so that I could get some laundry done and that he could work on his shop and kill a very large snake by our back porch. Yeah, ew. Eat shovel, legless freak of nature.
This evening, Rancito finished his shower while I changed Lauren's diaper dump and milk vomit t-shirt (and they say being a mom is easy). I left Lauren in the living room with Rancito while I headed to the office. A few minutes later, he peeked into the office and said those two dreadful words, "Where's Lauren?"
I dashed out of the office and headed for the front of the house when I caught a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye. Lauren was in the laundry room, two-fisting dogfood nuggets into her mouth. I said, "Oh Lauren, stop that" as she shoved a baby-choking morsel into her mouth. I reached in and scooped out the first piece, and again, and again. She was packing them into her cheeks like a chipmunk readying for winter hibernation. Obviously she was upset when we parted her from her newfound snack, but she'll have to grow a few more teeth until we'll allow her to dine with Farley and Dakota.
Until then, we've set up a perimeter of mouse traps, trip wires, and electric fence around the dog food bowls. That might stave her off for awhile. |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 6/05/2005 |
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