Things Pete Eats

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Last night we were running short on time. We happened to be up at Bloor and Bathurst, so I suggested we have Hero (veggie) burgers. Pete made a slightly funny face, but it didn’t seem like it was one of those times when he was thinking, “Eiko I don’t really feel like that but I can’t think of anything else so I GUESS we’ll go with your weird and healthy suggestion that doesn’t involve any brown food.” (He’s always awfully nice about it, but it happens now and then.) In fact, he looked sort of gleeful, if slightly hesitant.

Not having the energy to tease out whatever conflicted emotions he was experiencing, I strutted away in the direction of soy patties and onion rings.

After dinner, I asked Pete what he’d had for lunch. He made the same face.

“I don’t want to tell you.”

“Did it involve dairy?” (We don’t usually eat dairy.)

He shook his head.

“Wait. Did you eat…meat?”

“No.”

“Just tell me.”

“I had Hero Burger for lunch. With fries.”

“You ate the exact same thing for dinner as you did for lunch? Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged. “You seemed so excited about it.”

I’m not sure why he was so embarrassed; this is a man who once ate twelve (12) Pillsbury Crescent Rolls and two (2) packages of Rice-A-Roni in one sitting.

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The heart that naps broke

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“I can’t wait until Reiden starts napping in her crib!”

“I really have to nap train her soon.”

“I wish I had time to do stuff during the day, but she’s always napping on me.”

“This napping on me thing is killing my back.”

“I heard that sitting all day is as bad as eating like ten Big Macs a day.”

“Err, what do bed sores look like?”

“PLEASE COME BACK AND NAP ON ME AGAIN OMG I MISS YOU SO MUCH OH GOD IT HURTS.”

My heart is broken, and the worst part is I broke it myself. Rei is crazy affectionate but isn’t a sit-still-and-snuggle baby. Napping was our special time.

Solution: breastfeed forever!

(I did the holding her for naps thing for almost six months…my body just couldn’t take it anymore. Stupid body.)

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PS: I know that’s a toy in her crib. I’m right here watching her. In 100 years when I’m okay with leaving the room while she naps, I’ll take it out.