Bread

Jacob has this thing with bread and french fries.  If one or both of those things are on the dinner table, that is all he will want to eat.  Last night we had Hamburger Helper.  Super healthy, I know.  Regardless, that was dinner.  With the HH we also had garlic bread.  Jacob would not even try a bite of the HH, he wanted the bread.  We resorted to bribery.  Matthew told him if he would take one bite of Hamburger Helper he could have his piece of bread.  He straight refused.

I typically don't work as a "short order cook" but we needed him to eat something other than bread, so I heated up some left over spaghetti.  Jacob loves spaghetti.  I knew this would work.  He would eat a bite of spaghetti then get his bread.  Not so much.  He continued to refuse his dinner and cried for that piece of bread.  Finally he got over it and just wanted down from the table.  After Matthew and I were done with dinner, Jacob went back over to the table and started to climb up to get none other than "his" bread.  Luckily I saw what was to ensue and stopped him before he reached his prize.

I wanted to give in so badly and just give him the stupid piece of bread.  We felt the need to hold our ground though.  He went to bed without eating anything (well he had already had a pretty big snack while at Sam's), and we felt terrible.  The kid can't just live off of bread and french fries. That just wouldn't do.  So, what is a mom to do?  I guess we won't be having bread with dinner for a while.

"Buy Me Some Peanuts And Cracker Jacks"

Let me just say, if awards were given for being super fans, Jacob would win.  This kid never ceases to amaze me with his love for baseball and for the Braves.  We purchased his Prado shirt and Tomahawk outside the gate and he was read to go see his Braves (well them and the Chick Fil A cow).  Rather than have his face painted, we opted for an arm tattoo so he would be able to see it.  Mind you we were there two hours before the game began, we had to find things to do to occupy our time.  We played in the kids area then settled on a bag of kettle corn.  Our $10 tickets (thank you AUM student id) made for the perfect seats.  That is until Mr. Know-It-All showed up and sat behind us.  You know how I know he knew everything?  He talked the whole time.  Seriously.  The whole time.  In fact his first story started out, "I went to my first baseball game in 1951, I've been to thousands of games and never caught a fowl ball."  As you can tell, his knowledge of baseball was untouched and he was planning on sharing it with his friend in the seat next to him.  Maybe I was hot and tired, but he was on my nerves instantly.  If you know me at all, you know that isn't hard to do.  Jacob didn't seem to mind.  He was intent on eating my entire bag of kettle corn and getting on to me when I tried to eat some.  After sitting for a while J looked at me, put up one little finger and said "be right back."  Now, he has only recently started saying that.  After about three times of him saying this I finally figured out what he was talking about.  Luckily he pairs the phrase with a finger in the air.  I am the only person that understands him most of the time, but even this one took me a minute.  Now every time he does it I giggle.

After awhile he began getting sleepy.  To be quite honest, I am so proud of how he held up.  We had already been to the zoo today then topped the day off with a Braves game.  Don't call to nominate us for The Parent's of The Year Award just yet.  He had a thirty minute nap on the way to the game.  Ok, now you can call.  Really though, if it is something he enjoys, Jacob is quite the trooper.  He is so laid back and loves life.  After singing almost the entire song of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" during the seventh inning stretch, Jacob promptly turned to the cow and said "bye cow."  He then looked at the field and said "bye Braves."  We took our cue and made our way home.  The ninth from what we can tell from the radio was pretty eventful but they went to extra innings.  I am not quite sure how the game is going to turn out.  All I know is Jacob loves his team, and that adds to the many reasons why he is my favorite little boy in this whole world.  We love our new city and look forward to the many adventures we plan on having here.