Chocolate Cheerios

My couch has had just about anything and everything you could possibly imagine dropped in it, on it, saturated through it... I am, you see, a mother of a child or three.



I just love the self feeding stage. It means less requirement of the parent to hold spoon to mouth and be completely relied upon for the giving of nourishment. It also means you need to invest in a dang good vacuum cleaner. Mine is specifically for "pets and children". I always found that humourous... now I just find it fantastic. That thing sucks up rocks, pasta and hot dogs like nothing I've ever seen!!



This morning I gave Sophie Cheerios in her high chair while she watched whatever kids show about building words was on AFN Family... I am, after all, all for the educational benefits of tv with breakfast... This seems like a simple enough thing, no? Well, yes, I would have thought so, too. She decided she wanted down, she was done, so I (foolishly) believed this must be so and removed the restraints. Sophers cleaned off her tray and then proceeded to find the box, pull the bag out of the box and swing it above her head at frightening speeds. Cheerios sound pretty neat when flying around that fast... kinda like when you used to put playing cards in your bicycle tires. I suppose thats all part of the appeal.



I'm pretty sure there was only a half a box of Chocolate Cheerios in the box to start with, so she must have found a way to clone what was in the box or is really good at spreading them across the floor in such a way as to optically increase their numbers. Either way, I'm down a box of cereal, but up one happy baby girl.



So now she's hanging out on the couch, a Cheerio stuck to her chin, another to her thigh, a few hangin' out on the diaper... picking up one stray circle at a time popping it into her mouth and occasionally sharing a soggy, prechewed one with mommy. (My little philanthropist.)



Sometimes I wonder if she's in cahoots with the vacuum... there are days it eats better than the rest of us.