Miracles Happen

I realize I have gone kind of AWOL, and I do apologize for that. I have a lot of average, everyday exciting posts coming up (including a review of having 2.5 days off)…they’re on my To Do list. Along with about 42 other things, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the blogging items will somehow make it to the top of the list. Funny how that happens…

Anyhoo…

I just had to share the miracle that happened tonight at our house. It rendered both Dave and I speechless, which is nearly impossible to do. It may have been a fleeting moment and it may never happen again, but even Dave recognized it’s significance when he said “I smell a blog post coming!”

Jake ate meat. And not just any meat. Non-breaded, non-fried meat. It didn’t even come in a little paper container from a fast food place. It was meat from a home cooked dinner. And he asked for seconds. I swore I heard angels singing and there was a strange glow around Jake’s head.

Dave thinks it was his cooking. I’m pretty sure it was the intense negotiating we had going on over the salad croûtons. You know the drill. The croûtons were the one thing at the table that he actually wanted to eat, so we told him that if he ate some meat (tonight’s dish was Round Steak…which is beef…which he hasn’t eaten since it came in jarred Stage 3 form), he could have more croûtons. Typically he just stops the negotiating, though, because he never wants to eat what we ask him to.

But not tonight, baby! The stars aligned and my boy ate meat!