Veggies, spiders and ants, OH MY!

Thank you so much to everyone who commented and gave me advice both here and on facebook on how to get my little love-muffin to eat his veggies! I can't tell you how happy I am that this is normal and that apparently most kids go through it.

One of friends from back home told me what she does for her almost 2 year old, picky eater. She makes whole wheat pasta with cream of chicken soup and then mixes in pureed baby food and he is none the wiser. When I read that, a whole new world opened up for me. My mind started turning, slowly yes, there are alot of cobwebs up there, but that's for another day. What can I put his baby food into? Hmmmm.

Today, I tried my first thing. I took a tortilla, his cheese and carrot puree. I split up his cheese on half the tortilla and spread the carrots all over. Then I microwaved it up and made him a little quesadilla. And guess what? He ate it!! Score. High five A for giving me the idea!

Oh, and I got him to eat his veggies last night too. How you ask? Hehe. I'm still proud of myself. For dinner he wanted left over raviolis. Remember when I told you yesterday that I had a veggie on ever bite until he caught on. Well yesterday evening, I tried something new. I cut up the ravioli, cleaned out the meat and stuffed a veggie in each bite. He never saw it coming and ended up eating 2 1/2 raviolis! I'm not gonna lie, I did a few jumps through the air, whenever I was out of his line of vision.

What will I think of tomorrow?

Thank you again everyone, I so appreciate it!

Now. Let's discuss insects. Mainly of the spider and ant variety.

Last night, I encountered a spider. The biggest spider I have ever seen, running wild in a house of course. It was seriously like 1 1/2 inches big, maybe 2 inches across...seriously go look at ruler, that is huge. I was on my way to get my hubby's sandels so that I could get rid of this unwelcome friend when I saw my husband's combat boots on the floor. I quickly jumped in them and hurried into the bathroom where the spider had just run under a towel....Now, normally I don't like to kill the things. I am in their territory state after all, but my flight or fight instincts had kicked in. I was ready to fight. I went over to the towel, laid one foot down then the second foot and then...jumped. Alot. The hubs said I mutilated it. Sorry, dear spider but you sent shudders down my spine.
Whenever I got up during the night, I wished I had a light that wouldn't wake up HRJ sleeping in the family room so that I could see anything else. Am I too old for a night light?

To conclude my insect story telling hour, I'd like to tell you this little ditty from tonight.
HRJ and I went to the park after dinner. We went down the slides, crawled in the sand (not me, him.) Watched the big kids have fun. After a good 25 minutes there, he grabbed my fingers and we walked to the side of the playground. He walked over the edge onto the grass and sat down. Three minutes later, he let out a shreik, I've never heard before. I quickly picked him up to find ants all over his legs. Red ants. Fire ants. On my baby. I turned and we ran all the way back to our room and straight to the tub. The ants had gotten right inside his diaper and left him with 5 welts on his boot-Ay. Not to mention the 15 or so on his legs and a few on his hands. We spent a while in the tub where he was in good spirits and continued to be right up to the point where he fell asleep. The redness has already subsided. But isn't that record time? 10 days living in Texas and attacked by fire ants. Should I put that in his baby book?