Mine mine mine, all mine: ahahaha, no more Ramen for me

Whatever would I do without my mom? My mom, who, when she heard we were out of money and subsisting on Ramen and stale hamburger buns, graciously bought us a week's worth of groceries.

OK, we hadn't really resorted to eating the stale buns yet, but it was coming.

Anyway, so, now we are well-fortified until we get paid on Friday. And yes, I do feel like quite the loser for being 34 years old with a child and having to ask my mom to buy me groceries, thanks for asking.

You know what I'm really enjoying lately? Feeding Drew table food. Some of his expressions are absolutely hilarious. I like to try all sorts of new things with him, just to see how he'll react. Some things I expect him to love, like cupcake frosting, he turns his nose up at, while things I expect him to hate, like olives, he smiles and begs for more.

Last night we fed him some of our cheddar-potato soup, green beans and a piece of Zwieback toast. He liked the soup, was so-so about the beans and demolished the Zwieback. Yeah, let's eat cheese and carbs and avoid anything green. Just like his daddy.

Tonight we're having chili, so I'll probably let him try some, as long as it doesn't turn out too spicy. (yes, I'm making it from a mix and not from scratch, haha, chili from scratch, yeah right that'll happen)

Oh, and Saturday and Sunday night, Drew slept ALL THE WAY THROUGH. That's right. From 8:30 p.m. to 6 a.m. without a peep or a mumble. I do not know what sacrifice we offered to God that pleased Him so much, but perhaps He will let me know so that I can offer it again. I will gladly offer Him a sacrifice of kitty flesh if need be. (bah, don't call the aspca. we won't really sacrifice our cat. well, maybe just a little bit of bloodletting.)

So now I'm trying to decide what to do with Drew for Halloween. He's too young to go trick-or-treating, but I still feel the need to dress him up in a cute little costume and take him somewhere fun. I'm trying to convince Charles to dress up as Barney Rubble or Fred Flintstone, and I'll dress as Wilma or Betty and we'll dress Drew as Bam-Bam, but Charles said, let me see if I can quote him correctly here, "Hell, no."

What a party-pooper.

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