I thought my house was "baby-proofed," but I did not realize I had to "toddler-proof" it too.
Cameron isn't usually picky. Thank God because I may be one of the worst cooks out there. One particular meal - let's say attempt at a meal - was almost inedible. I think I tried to make spaghetti using ketchup instead of tomato sauce. It seemed logical at the time. For Cameron not to eat it, it had to be bad. He graciously declined and went about his business as did I. A little while later the kitchen pantry opens, which isn't unusual because he plays with the tupperware on the bottom shelf. About ten minutes later he's still in the pantry so I head over to assess what I am assuming is trouble. My food was so bad he dumped out an entire bag of chex mix and was munching away.
I was sitting on the sofa right next to where Cameron is in this picture. Apparently Project Runway had my full attention because I had no idea what was happening around me. He achieved quite a bit in this instance. He managed to take every wipe out of the box one at a time. He hit a mastery level of achievement when he tore each individual wipe into tiny pieces. Yay! We still won't wave bye bye, but I don't have to go upstairs anymore to shred documents.
You think I would have learned about the pantry. Nope. Surprisingly nothing was consumed during this incident.
Big deal. It's a ripped book. Oh no, this comes with an explanation. Cameron reads Goodnight NOLA religiously. I read it to him. Then he "reads" it aloud back to me. The word "read" is used loosely because I can't understand his mixture of German and Hebrew. The majority of it sounds like this, "Yuck ah, yuck ah, yuck ah, da." A translator would be helpful. Back to the explanation...in case you haven't noticed, my child loves food. He is also not picky about the appearance or freshness of the food. The willpower just isn't there with Cameron. He finally caved and started giving in to the praline. It started with just a lick, which isn't all that unusual since all items are sampled first. Then he bent the page to see if the praline would fit in his mouth. The taste must have been just right because he ripped the praline out of the book and shoved it in his mouth. This was all I salvaged from his hunger attack. No, I haven't found the top half of the praline, which may explain the constipation Cameron's been having.
