So...depressing last entry, huh? Sorry. To answer my question, I guess you don't feel exactly like that every day. Yesterday and today have been better.
My kid is a picky eater. I never thought I'd have a picky eater, but now I do. He doesn't like meat or pasta. Says no to most vegetables. But he like pepperoni. He eats chicken flautas. Go figure. I wish he'd snap out of his picky food habits. Tony's got me wondering if we've done something to foster this. Well, definitely not anything consciously. Anyway, he is getting better. Where before, he would not even touch something new on his tray, now he'll pick it up, examine it and sometimes even put it in his mouth - before spitting it out. So, at least he's trying stuff.
Ah, good news. Cam's Christmas photo proofs are available! Check them out here. Click 'Next>>' to view all five. We have to wait until the 7th to get the hard copies, but that's ok.
Read these lyrics. Sing along if you'd like:
Well, I have a little dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I shall play
Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I will play
It has a lovely body
With legs so short and thin
And when it gets all tired
It drops and I will win
Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I will play
My dreidel is so playful
It loves to dance and spin
A happy game of dreidel
Come play now, let’s begin
Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I will play
Is this not the dirtiest holiday song ever? Or I the only pervy one? On that note...see you tomorrow.
My kid is a picky eater. I never thought I'd have a picky eater, but now I do. He doesn't like meat or pasta. Says no to most vegetables. But he like pepperoni. He eats chicken flautas. Go figure. I wish he'd snap out of his picky food habits. Tony's got me wondering if we've done something to foster this. Well, definitely not anything consciously. Anyway, he is getting better. Where before, he would not even touch something new on his tray, now he'll pick it up, examine it and sometimes even put it in his mouth - before spitting it out. So, at least he's trying stuff.
Ah, good news. Cam's Christmas photo proofs are available! Check them out here. Click 'Next>>' to view all five. We have to wait until the 7th to get the hard copies, but that's ok.
Read these lyrics. Sing along if you'd like:
Well, I have a little dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I shall play
Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I will play
It has a lovely body
With legs so short and thin
And when it gets all tired
It drops and I will win
Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I will play
My dreidel is so playful
It loves to dance and spin
A happy game of dreidel
Come play now, let’s begin
Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Then dreidel I will play
Is this not the dirtiest holiday song ever? Or I the only pervy one? On that note...see you tomorrow.
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