It amazes me the little things that amuse my son. An impossibly small piece of dirt on the ground, the cat running away from him, tissue, papers, many other things but one of his favorites is the spoon. I don’t understand the love but if my son is fussing and you hand him a spoon he becomes the poster child of well behaved. His favorite are plastic soup spoons. These can only be found at fast food places. When we go out to eat the first thing I do when I sit down is ask for a spoon please. I get the strangest looks from waitresses but they don’t understand I am saving them from hearing my son whale or destroy everything he touches. When I go to fast food places and I find the coveted soup spoons I can’t help but take a few extra. Is this really stealing? I mean they put them out there for me to take right? And I’ve never seen a sign that says please only take as many spoons as you need for this meal. So I stock up. Thats right if you are driving down the road and you see me in my very nice SUV dressed well and looking normal please ignore the giant pile of spoons that sit in the cubby on my dashboard. Thats right I have plastic utensils in my car. But they make my son happy so I do it. So if you are a waitress and you see me in a restaurant please don’t look at me weird when I ask for a spoon. And if you work at QDOBA please look the other way when you see me pocketing spoons. So there you have it my big secret is out I steal spoons. Please don’t judge.
Month: June 2006
This is me
Hi I’m Shannon. My son is 10 months old today. Yes he still sleeps with me and I don’t care. I am affraid of bridges, spiders and making people mad. I’m shy and you would never guess it if you knew me. I can’t resist chocolate or Starbucks. I’m probably considered overweight but I don’t care. I would rather eat good food then fit in a size 2 jeans to please the world. I am an aspiring chef and I prefer organic veggies and I don’t eat anything with a face. I am trying to grow a garden but I never remember to water it. I can remember anything except anything repetitive, such as take a pill everyday or brush my sons teeth after every meal. I spoil my son rotten because I heard once you can never spoil a baby. Well I’m pretty sure that lady meant to say you can never spoil a baby, toddler, child or anyone close to you. My husband is just as spoiled and I like it just that way. I can’t stand being hugged by anyone but my hubby and my son. I think its wierd when random people reach in the stroller and touch my son. I think breastfeeding is best feeding and I never want to stop (don’t worry I will before it get embarrasing…maybe). My husband works long hours but he does the dishes so I don’t mind. He is so wonderful and takes such good care of me. He only complains once when I ask him to do something. I had my galbadder removed and I don’t feel any lighter. I’m obsessed with keeping my teeth straight and white. Anyway this is just a small insight into who I am I also have a blog on yahoo if you want to view it. http://profiles.yahoo.com/wilddreemer