Yes, I’m a terrible mom for admitting that I let the girls eat Cheerios for dinner. On a regular basis. We’re in that weird time where Ella is super picky about everything except cereal and yogurt and Sophie can eat anything we are having, but when I don’t cook I find it hard to come up with quick, easy things for her on the fly. Ella requested cereal on Monday night and Sophie would not leave her alone. She circled the table and finally managed to get a taste.
Unfortunately, Sophie understands the concept of “gone gone” and had an absolute meltdown. So much so that she got her very own bowl of cheerios for dinner. Her first.
Please ignore the fact that I’m wearing Christmas pajama pants and no bra and my face makes it look like feeding cheerios to a toddler is painful. And I apologize for the fact that from this angle, my living room looks completely disheveled and undecorated and much like a frat boy’s college dorm-room. We know it ain’t so!
