Just a word to the wise...

If you are struggling with a box, and your two-year-old says, "I help," and moments later reappears with a pair of scissors, it's time to put a child-proof lock on your junk drawer!

A foodie's son, part 2

I am very lucky that my nanny likes to communicate with me throughout the day using Instant Messenger. I love knowing about Jack's day in real time. Today, Maria mentioned that they had to run by Whole Foods. A direct quote from her: "upon approaching, Jack recognized and identified Whole Foods like we were going to Disneyland."

...so it's not only me who gets excited about over-priced, organic food...

Yes, but he's my weirdo

Jeremy and I had to get out of the house this afternoon - we have been home much of the weekend, avoiding the winter cold and watching waaaay too much football.


We took Jack to the Garfield Park Conservatory - one of my favorite places in the wintertime. It's free and has easy parking (two pluses for city living). And the humid air just does wonders for my dry skin!  Also, there's something satisfying about seeing all of the green, lush plants with the dreary January weather right outside the windows.


We were in the kids' area, and then it happened. I'm surprised it's taken this long, really. Well, here goes, gentle reader: Some kid called Jack "weird." I did not point out to this 5-year-old that his mother was ignoring him while playing on her iPhone (seriously, he tripped right behind her and she didn't even look up, but I don't judge). Jack of course had no idea that people were judging his hissy-fit on the slide, so it only gave me pause for a second. That's a bit of parenting I'll learn down the road. For now, I'm happy to stick with fighting about graham crackers versus Goldfish crackers at snacktime and worrying about potty training...