Slowly put down the spoon
and gradually step away from the most lip-smacking plastic tub of creamy goodness y’ever did taste. Papoose loves him some Cozy Shack® rice pudding and I’m finding it ever more challenging to place that heaping baby spoon into his mouth as opposed to mine. My heart leaps for joy and a little dribble forms at the corners of my mouth whenever he shows me the ‘eat’ sign. “Oh? You’re hungry? Hmmm…..what can Mama feed you? Apples? Nah. Cheese? No. Peas? ‘Course not silly. Oh….how about some PUDDING?!” It’s slightly lumpy, always cool and rich, and just the right summer snack for Mama baby.
No wonder these last ten pounds are so determined to remain firmly affixed to my posterior.
No wonder these last ten pounds are so determined to remain firmly affixed to my posterior.
posted by Renée at 2:37 PM
3 Comments:
See, I have a problem when it comes to BREAD pudding...that? Keep me away from...
LOL!
You are facing a common problem for the mothers of young children, eating what they eat and packing on the pounds. :-) Thank you for your comments over at Jersey Goddess.
ba! i love it! you, my dear, are a woman after my own heart ♥
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