I look at the mess and think, A pile of slop. But he’s eating it. He actually seems to like it.
I became a father at the age of 40. My son, Nolan, is approaching his second birthday. Despite my age and two years’ experience, right now I’m miserably failing at feeding him lunch, and he’s fixated on the TV. The peanut butter and jelly sandwich and soup I should have made him has been replaced by a mess consisting of last night’s bean dip, chips, chopped meatballs, and half a graham cracker. Bright yellow cheese, brown beans, white sour cream, dark meat, blue chips, and a golden cracker….
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