Evan frequently hears us say "when you get older." As a result, he likes to tell us about all the things he'll get to do when he's older, and sometimes he even tells us what we'll be doing when we get older. Tonight Jeff was out on a guys' night and while Evan and I were having dinner, we had one of those conversations. I'm not really sure what all he said, but the "Mommy, when you get older..." sparked deep thought.
It was like in that one moment, I saw the next 40+ years of my life stretch out in front of me. And I thought, "how long will I remember this one moment?" A week? A month? Eventually Evan won't be our only child, and then he won't be a child at all. And then much further down the road there will be grandchildren, and these mundane, every day moments with Evan, the toddler, will be long forgotten. That made me sad. It also made me want to document this dinner-in-time. So here goes...
We ate Chick-fil-A, but Evan doesn't like their chicken nuggets so he mostly just ate yogurt, while I feasted on waffle fries and ranch dressing. We had a long conversation about dairy products and listed the items that do and do not not have milk in them. Cheese, yogurt, and shakes - do. Bread, grass, and grapes - do not. My iPod played a few good tunes in the background: Take on Me by A-ha, Gold Dust Woman by Fleetwood Mac, Natural Ghost by Ryan Adams, and All I Need is Everything by Over The Rhine. We played an impromptu game of feeling charades, and then after I realized that Evan was definitely NOT going to eat any more of his dinner, I let him be excused from the table.
That's when things got interesting.
He had been saying he didn't feel well, but I thought it was just a ploy to get out of eating his chicken nuggets. Apparently not, because he proceeded to throw up 3 rounds of huge chunks all over the floor. Must have been all that yogurt, or maybe the chocolate shake he drank before dinner. Dairy, dairy, and more dairy.
We rounded out the night with a bath, toast, and a cartoon.
And now it's all been documented on the blog, so no matter how old I get or how distracted life becomes, I won't forget this night with Evan, or the puke fest!