breakfast.

Max is an eater. He'll eat basically anything. I think the exceptions are watermelon, tomatoes and occasionally broccoli. But his favorite meal is breakfast. He loves waffles, pancakes, toasts, raisins, every fruit, dry cereal, oatmeal, eggs, YOU NAME IT.He's very in to meal time. He gets all giddy and shows me his big toothy grin and eats until I'm afraid he's going to puke. The minute he is done, he is DONE. He'll start slinging food every which way, directly on the floor and fling his placemat off the table. It's a lot of fun ;)Lately we introduced him to yogurt. Hello messy fun. Hello thrilled one year old. Everytime I clean him up after breakfast (and my table, floor, couch, anything withing a 50 ft radius of destruct-o eater) I say to myself "STOP BUYING YOGURT". But his enjoyment is too great.
I busted out an old Mason favorite oatmeal mixed with cereal. That concoction is just screaming big sticky mess. Mason must have been a dainty eater because it wasn't ever messy. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he hated eating with his hands. Whereas Max holds the fork in one hand and shovels food in to his mouth with his free hand. It's pretty cute. I'm not sure if he doesn't get it or is just trying to be more efficient. Whatever he's doing, it's working.
When the sticky deliciousness was gone he picked up the bowl and looked in to it like that's it? This isn't never ending oatmeal goodness mom? Sorry Max, this is not Chili's we don't serve bottomless appetizers or margaritas (most days). He took straight to his usual - throwing and slinging the tiny tid bits of left over blueberries and toast and with an enraged grunt tossed the placemat to the floor. But this time I didn't grumble "STOP BUYING YOGURT". Instead, I made it for Sunday's breakfast too.
Breakfast is a hit in our house.

fruit loop tyrant.

Main entry: ty-rant.

Pronunciation: \ˈtī-rənt\

Function: noun

Definition: an absolute ruler unrestrained by law; a ruler who exercises absolute power oppressively.

This morning I had a little battle of the wills with my always sweet, almost ten month old ball of sunshine (and stubbornness). This kid will not eat if he cannot feed himself. He has now successfully mastered the graceful pincher grasp way of eating and moved on to fist full shoveling manner of cavemen dining. First of all I should have known better with all my motherly wisdom than to offer sugared rings of greatness, often referred to by the general population as Fruit Loops, before offering eggs...or cantaloupe...or peach slush (or puree, whatever you call it).Max was absolutely pissed when I took away the rest of the loops away to offer him something, hmm, oh I don't know...nutritious, slightly balanced and not part of his complete breakfast. Totally unrestrained by law, I had no say as he shrieked unpleasantly and upset the general population's (Mason) peaceful breakfast, causing more rage. All my egg bribing success was shot when Mason saw Max win what I like to call, mom-gives-in-if-I-just-keep-screeching battle. Total uprising at 8:00 in our house this AM. My children overthrew the communist leader, they often refer to as Mommy. The new leader was a hit, leading his first successful breakfast type strike. The leader was Maximo, my little fruit loop tyrant.He ruled oppressively with absolute power.
You better believe the whole house dined on Fruit Loops for breakfast. Happily ever after.