For the love of food

A couple of things before any words about food.

Deeter's adoption has been finalized but is pending aka, my mom wants to wait until her old Rosie has had enough of this earth. So Deeter will be spending his time split between our house and visits to my Dad's house because he is treated so well there!

My friend Angie had a birthday on July 26th and her present is STILL sitting on my dining room table. In a box. With a Fed/Ex label on it. I know, it's so bad. So I'm going to send it and pretend her birthday was August 26th and that I'm early. I try.

Anyway, now that I've got that out of the way...

Yesterday I brought Hudson to Canada. We met up with my Mom and went to pick up my Grandma to take her out for lunch. We went to a B.C. favorite, White Spot. I never eat there anymore because I don't live anywhere near one. Things have changed since I was younger. It's "prettier" in there and their burgers are not quite as large. Disappointing. But still good! Just not what I remember.

I really wanted to order a Pirate Pak. It's this cardboard ship that comes with fries, burger, drink and a dessert. It used to be a chocolate pudding but now it's some absurdity like cotton candy something or other. What's wrong with kids today? And the parents? I'd demand chocolate pudding. Like, really force the issue. And there used to be a chocolate gold coin, which was my favorite and really emphasized the whole pirate/treasure theme but that's no longer offered. I just found that out online a second ago... so maybe I don't really want the Pirate Pak ever again. The coin sealed the deal for me.

Sidetracked... it happens.

So we take my Grandma (Hudson's Great Grandma) out to eat. She orders a hot turkey sandwich with all the fixings and my Mom is holding Hudson right next to her. My Grandma has always been a slow careful eater but since she is now 89 years old, it's a little bit more pronounced. And with each careful movement of fork to mouth, Hudson was stalking that fork with his eyes. Seriously eyeballing the turkey and stuffing. I'm glad his large motor skills have not developed all the way or Grandma wouldn't have gotten any of her lunch because Hudson was fixin' to grapple that fork out of her hand and tasted his first bites of solid food. Hilarious.

And again this morning, my toast and jam was absolutely mesmerizing to him. Needless to say, I can't wait to give him solids. It's going to be a messy, happy day!

And now I must do something productive. Not that blogging isn't productive, but it doesn't fold my laundry for me.

DISCLAIMER: This is NOT my laundry pile. But I think mine may be bigger. Remember, Jesus said not to judge. Just a reminder.