Bacon be gone! I guess the nitrates were doing a number on him, and the thing is, I know better. I know how out of whack Oscar gets on any kind of artificial colors/flavors/preservatives. I guess I was blinded by my love of bacon, and Oscar is at the finicky eater stage and he loves bacon. I am going to get him some nitrate free bacon this weekend.
So, much improved. As in, napping is happening. As in, both boys are at my feet right now, assembling a monster-sized train track. Together. "Which train do you want Miles? Do you want Toby? Here, you can have Spencer!" As in, no physical fighting and no screaming (well, no more than normal toddler screaming.)
This? Has been a fantastic day. Oscar at all of his lunch; a whole grilled cheese and about a half cup of grapes. He even at his breakfast, and the breakfast was SHARED French toast and strawberries for both boys. "Here, Miles! Some strawberries for you. Do you want some of my French toast? Okay! Can I try yours? Okay, thank you, Miles."
This day. This day reminds me what a joy and privileged it is to be a parent to these two boys. Leading rock renditions of the Itsy, Bitsy Spider; building and rebuilding train tracks; chasing them up and down the hallway, "Fee, fi, foe, fum! I smell little boys and I'm gonna get some!"; uncontrolled giggles; spontanious kiss and "I love yous."
These boys. These boys. They've got my heart.