In honor of St. Patty's Day, I'd like to share a funny bit about my little leprechaun:
Over the past couple of months, Eric has become quite obsessed with oatmeal--or, o'meal, as he calls it. I mean, he has always liked it, but now he's taking it to extremes. In his mind, o'meal is an acceptable side dish with any meal. In the morning, he'll wake up and say, "Waffle. Milk. O'meal." At snacktime, he'll ask for, "Juice? Fishies? O'meal?" Today at lunch, he had a hot dog and grapes. He kept telling me, "Hotdog yummy! Grapes yummy! O'meal??" So, tonight for dinner, I think I'll make him macaro'meal and cheese.