My son pooped out a piece of cardboard today. As I stared into that diaper, I could hear the hear the crash of jewels falling off of my Mother of the Year tiara. How did I not notice Ben eating cardboard??? And also, if he wasn't just 8 months old I'd be giving him a "what the what!?" speech because he refuses to eat any solid food - no fruit, no veggies, no nothing, but he'll eat cardboard.
Sorry, just got distracted. Watching Seinfeld & it's one of my favorites - George is driving his dead wife's parents to his non-existent house in the Hamptons. I love that he named his imaginary horses Snoopy & Prickly Pete. Something tells me the Costanza's would have overlooked George eating cardboard so that's the life I have to look forward to.
Okay I'm off to check on the boy. He's actually been asleep for a little while & it's only 8.30pm so he should be waking up any minute to make our evening miserable. Marcel's getting a cold and has just stumbled upon Man Vs Wild on TV, one of my least favorite shows on earth - I find Bear Grylls' voice to be so irritating it's ridiculous. Oh well, at least Marcel will be able to survive if he's ever dropped by a helicopter in the Sahara.