Packing up & moving out.

We're trying to get everything ready for our trip tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. We leave tomorrow. We have nothing done and everything to do. I made the house quite nice, but then my friend Jess came and, well, you know how things get. There are pillows from the sleepover on the floor and waffle plates that still need to be cleaned. I guess that's the price you pay.

But anyway. This just reminds me how much I hate packing all of Oliver's stuff. He has a lot. He can't survive off of a few pairs of underwear, deodorant, & a toothbrush, which are the only things I consider essential when I pack. I have to really think long and hard about what he needs, and planning like that isn't my forte.

Yesterday we went to the grocery store to buy him some nasty jarred delights for the road. Mmm... Mac & Cheese in a jar, anyone? What about jarred beef & veggies? He eats them, so I guess they can't be that bad.

Right now I'm letting him "escape" into the kitchen so he can pull all of the jars of baby food out of the grocery bag. I got out all of his toys, some of them new, to entertain him so that I could clean up while he played. He ignored them all. He is currently delighted because he's playing with a jar of sweet potatoes and he thinks I'm not watching. He has been playing with that same jar for the last 15 minutes. One jar of food wins out over all of the toys I tried to convince him to play with.... in what way does that make sense? You're right. It doesn't.

I woke up this morning thinking, alright, nose to the grindstone, I'll get all of this done early so I can relax and go to bed early this evening.

It isn't happening.

I made myself breakfast, and tried to eat it but somebody kept crawling over and eating my food. I think I only got half a piece of toast, and I know he ate the whole yolk of my hard boiled egg. 1/4 of my banana is in my tummy, 1/4 is on the rug, 1/8 is in his hair, and the remaining 3/8 is in his belly. I feel like a kid at fat camp because I have to hide in a corner to eat my food, lest somebody comes to take it away from me.

He will eat anything I'm eating. He will reject a lot of foods in a jar, and twice as many mashed up foods, but if I am eating it, he will eat it too. Chips and salsa? Great! Love it. Green beans, broccoli, cauliflower? Only if I'm eating it. I've let him eat so much food that isn't very good for him, because... well, it isn't good for me when I eat it either, and surely a little fried rice never hurt anyone? We won't even start on the Wendy's Frosty that we shared last week.

So anyway. I'm about to go put him down for a nap so I can start getting things done. Peace out, internets.