Walking into our dining room between breakfast and lunch can be riddled with danger. One never knows if what he steps on will goosh, stick, slime, crunch, or pain his foot. We are bare-feet-at-home people. Considering the dining room floor, I don't know why. Breakfast rejected by Twiddlepants-the-Toddler can be rather vengeful.
This morning it was muffins, a great recipe from my friend Deanne at Fragile Flower. Abigail likes the muffins, but Abigail is not a great fan of breakfast. A quirk inherited from her father. There is so much to do why eat. He does about an hour into his day. She, well, staves off starvation and waits for lunch. Anyway, muffins are crumbly and Abigail takes great delight in turning her muffins into crumbs. (Before bed the muffins are consumed crumbs and all!)
Now to the love of my house: my vacuum cleaner. It is one of those terribly expensive, finance for a year, Kirby varieties. But I luuuuuv it. It sucks up stuff I would never have imagined sucking up pre-toddlerhood. Half a muffin, chicken nuggets, broccoli florets, crusty oatmeal, lettuce, peanut butter and whatever goes with it, pear, apple, grapes. It all goes. AND the bags on my vacuum, don't let anyone know I am sucking up rejected fish. They don't stink! Oh how I love my vacuum cleaner.