peas please

Tooth number three began to emerge in Ephram’s mouth last week. The top right tooth, to be exact. Unsurprisingly, the poor guy has been in pain and, unfortunately for us, very crabby. And even more unfortunate was my lack of sleep and therefore, lack of patience. It makes for a very frustrated atmosphere here at our home, let me tell you. I swear that my patience decreases exponentially when I don’t get a full 7 or 8 hours of sleep at night. Not to mention the 3 or 4 hours I was living on daily for 5 days in a row. Oh, the admirable life of meteorologists. But my oh so sweet Ephram made everything better, like usual, when I sat him down for dinner. I swear this kid can be made happy nearly 99% of the time just by sticking some food in front of his face. And even when he acts like he’s full and would like to go back to playing on the floor, he’ll find a dropped cheerio and plop it in his mouth two seconds after stuffing his face with dinner food.

Tonight, this crabby mama was ready for some peace and quiet. So I put him in his highchair and poured some peas on his plate. And he knew just how to please my heart. While preparing a dinner of my own I peaked over at him, in hopes he was at least eating a few of the peas. Instead I caught him cramming as many delicious green balls into his mouth as he could, continuously after he swallowed each bite.

Even two handing it.

You may be a little whiner sometimes, Ephram, but you know how to make your mama proud.

To tell you the truth, he really only liked the peas this much because I gave him no other option. If I was to also place fruit, meat, or bread on his plate, he’d surely eat every crumb of the other option before downing the peas. But tired mamas are easy to please and surprise apparently.

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