Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Of rice and (little) men.
Andrew was feeding the kids last night when I was tutoring. I came out briefly as they were eating and he told me that he had to make more of the orange chicken because Camden had eaten 12 pieces. He went on to explain the reason he had eaten so much chicken was because he wasn't giving him any rice to avoid the huge mess that would occur if Camden fed himself rice. After I was done tutoring I went out and Andrew, Ainsley, and Hudson were playing the game Operation. Camden was strangely absent. Sadly I didn't get a picture of where I found him... standing on a chair, feeding himself the rest of Hudson's rice and drinking out of his non-sippy cup. It would have been less of a mess if he had just dumped out the whole bowl on the floor. It was a good thought...
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Toward the end of the pregnancy, we ended up with 3 nights in a row of rice based meals (aka: things dad can cook)...after the 3rd night on hands and knees cleaning rice up grain by grain off the floor...we decided that rice was off limits for a bit...and when it did worm it's way back into the diet, it would be only one night at a time.
We feel your pain.
Not that I have done this, but my Mom said that the best way to clean up rice on the floor is... leave it there until the morning when it is dry and easily sweep-up-able. I thanked my mom for the tip and continued the painstaking task of getting the wet rice up. I imagine that later on in this finaly pregnancy of mine, when the floor is a million miles away, that will become increasingly more attractive of an option.
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