Roughage

We keep having these mini Indian summers here in Illinois. Don't get me wrong, I love it. When it's 75 degrees in November, I'm not complaining. But it makes a liar out of me.

Each day that it is this nice, I say to Jack, "This is the last time we'll be able to play outside for awhile, buddy." And then the next week, we're playing outside again.

Today, I am convinced it really was the last nice day. Sunny, not a cloud in the sky, the light was just perfect. I had wanted to get some pictures of Jack in the leaves, so I figured after his nap I would could take him down the street to the golf course and get some nice shots of him with the leaves.

We arrived at the perfect spot under a tree and I got him out of the stroller and set him down on the ground. Before I could even get the lens cap off, he had grabbed a fistful of leaves and was munching.

"NO!" I admonished. "No, no, no. Yucky! Those are yucky! Give me those."

"Mmmmm. Buh buh buh maaaa," he replied, as he tried to crawl away with the leaves still in his hot little hands.

"Come on now, don't you want to take a picture in these nice leaves?" I pleaded.

He stared at a man driving by in a golf cart, who I might add, LAUGHED AT ME when he hears me saying "NO, don't eat that!"

I finally got the lens cap off and set him down again, but this time I had cleared the immediate area of leaves. His reach was a little farther than I anticipated, however, so we were back to our leaf-eating battle.

Finally I got him situated. I snapped a quick picture and noticed he was gagging.

"Oh for God's sake," I mumbled.

I went over and fished out a leaf that was halfway down his throat.

I would like to point out this is the boy who would not eat cantaloupe this afternoon because he didn't like the texture. But sticks and leaves? More please!

I gave up and left after that. As I picked him up off the ground, he was still trying to shove the remnants of the leaves and sticks caught on his hand in his mouth.

So here's what we ended up with. Lovely.


Are these teething biscuits? I love teething biscuits!


Ack. Ack. What the hell? These are crunchy.


Ooooh, let me eat them again!