A dumb mom moment

Oops. So yesterday in my pity for my small puking child I allowed him to eat his Pediapop in the living room. He was so small and tiny and sick and pitiful I just couldn't see forcing him to sit on his "snack stool" or in his chair to eat something that might not stay down. This was NOT a wise strategy.

This morning he is generally better although still whiny and tired. My perpetual motion machine actually fell asleep in my lap this morning and he hasn't done that since he was an infant. He wants to eat but refuses to sit in the kitchen to eat. "Mama, Sammy eat COUCH!" Yes, the last word is shouted gleefully and yes, he means that we should eat while sitting on the couch rather than having a nice big bite of green leather.

After a couple of wars about that today I know it's still an unresolved issue and in hindsight I'd like to give myself a kick. The mantra is consistency, consistency, consistency.

But again today, I can't complain about such things because yesterday we received a notice from Sam's daycare center that the husband of one of Sam's teachers died of head injuries after falling down the steps. She's young, in her early 30's and they'd been married for about a year. A freak accident.

We are so fortunate.