A mother's love

As if I needed any more proof that I love Piglet beyond all measure, today the depth of my love for him was tested once again.  

We were at the A.pple store (also known as Mecca) early this morning to get my i.Phone fixed (read: replaced).  I'd had wayyyy too much coffee and had the shakes, so on our way out, I stopped by the Golden Arches to grab me a little McMuffin love and side of hashbrowns.  I NEVER get a fast-food breakfast because really, who wants to drag a one year-old out the door at that time of day? No craving is worth that!  On this very gloomy, rainy day, this was JUST the pick-me-up I needed. The Golden Arches were my beacon in an otherwise very dark day.  I could not WAIT to eat my tasty indulgence when we got home. A little treat all for me. All MINE!  

Piglet, however, has developed and honed his ability to smell fried food.  And he LOVES it.  (I swear, he got every bad gene I possess).  He's never had a fast-food breakfast, but the hashbrowns smell suspiciously like french fries, a Piglet favorite.  He started demanding some of whatever was in my concealed bag from his plush throne (carseat).  And as you might recall, he demands things loudly and with great persistence. (Go here to see.)  

In the back of my mind I feared the worst.  I clutched my little red, yellow and white bag and hoped Piglet would relent.  He did not.  I cracked the windows in the car so the smell would dissipate and he would forget.  He did not.  I willed him to be lulled by the falling rain and fall asleep in the car.  He did not.  When we arrived home, I lifted him out of his throne and he immediately pointed at the bag containing my breakfast and signed "eat."  EEK!  Given his picky eating habits, I knew the sacrifice to be made.  I dejectedly broke up the hashbrown and breakfast sandwich and set them in front of Piglet.  He shoveled it all into his little craw and demanded "more."  A slow tear rolled down my cheek as he spit out what was in his mouth in favor of the new tasty morsel I doled out.  

A mother's love knows no bounds.  Or gets treats apparently.  You'll have to excuse me now while I go have cold cereal for the 300,067 time this year.  

Do these people have NO shame?!

My blog is *usually* very lighthearted, but I am so enraged about this tainted milk crisis in China that I just have to rant.  My friends from McMillerPDX commented that there must be a "new level of hell" for people who would knowingly lace baby formula with a harmful substance just to make a buck.  I could not agree more.  In fact, I hope there IS a new level of hell for those greedy, money-grubbing people who last year caused the deaths of thousands of dogs and cats by the same means.  Pet deaths are bad enough but BABIES.  Where is the conscience in this?  What has the world come to?  Apparently they laced the formula with the chemical melamine in order to make it appear to have higher protein content.  To all my friends out there, PLEASE be leery of things labeled "Product of China."  I picked up recently picked a box of these at the store because I'd never seen them before and I'm always on the hunt for some Piglet-friendly new foods.  The minute I saw "Product of China" I put them back on the shelf.  Now I obviously don't know if they contain anything toxic and odds are they do not but I am NOT taking any chances.  I'm sure the poor parents of the 158 children with acute kidney failure, or the four deceased children's parents did not know the powdered milk they were preparing for their children would harm them either.  So be cautious my friends and be vigilant about reading labels.  

Read the full, horrifying story here.  

Witness...

...the beginning of a beautiful relationship. 

 

The asian thing - it's real and it's deep.

So tonight I have Piglet on my hip as I'm staring at the fridge trying to figure out where to put our leftovers from dinner when he goes and PICKS UP the giant bottle of Kikkoman soy sauce!!!  Of all the things to grab (Tapatio, ketchup, maple syrup...) he goes for the one and ONLY asian thing within reach.   Now for obvious reasons, we loves us some soy sauce around here so I guess the bottom line is: don't question the asian thing, it's real and it's deep.  

PS - The picture quality is crap because I took it with my camera phone in really bad light!