Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Just desserts

So here I was basking in our recent trip down south to the beaches of Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. Well I think LeBron might have something to say about Karma.

The little man's teething has kicked back in. This time it's the two-year molars. And now he's a toddler who can communicate, oh and tantrum too. With mom coming home late, cooking dinner from scratch may not have been the best idea. Juggling boiling pots, chopping ingredients while trying to manage a little man who was not about to be reasoned with, distracted, loved, bribed, or bought. A certain theme song springs to mind with a little narration: "your mission should you choose  . . ."  

At least he ate all the dinner when it was finally served. Doesn't change the fact that I'm missing the all-inclusive food cooked and cleaned up by somebody else.  I need to invest in some earplugs.

1 comment:

j. said...

oh oh. 2 year molars? Had no idea. Hope Cohen's already got those. I can't handle anymore teething.