I was bored the other day and going through my Tivo suggestions. They're a little wonky because Cael likes to grab the remote and hit the green and red buttons (thumbs up/down). My Tivo seems to think I like SciFi, cartoons and Martha Stewart. Anyway, I found a movie that a friend had told me I had to see, like, ages ago.

This got me thinking. Were there other movies playing on my (temporarily extended) cable channels that I'd be interested in seeing? I should set them up!

I browsed the upcoming movies and set a bunch to record. I wasn't sure which channels I actually got and which I didn't, and I figured it'd only pick up a fraction of them. And sometimes, when the stars align, both boys are sleeping at the same time and I can actually spend some time relaxing and it's nice to have something to watch while falling asleep.

I may have gone a little overboard.

I was cleaning the kitchen and Ryan came in looking totally stricken.

"I can't watch game six of the NBA finals because the Tivo had to change the channel to record Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement."

The "what the hell?!?!" at the end of his sentence was implied.

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Cael frequently asks for his Aunt Lo Lo and Uncle Andy. He also asks for his Grandma (Brama) Tracey and Grandpa (Bapa) Tracey, and his Grandma Kathy and Grandpa Kathy.

This morning, in between the verses of Baby Beluga he was belting from his high chair, and over his "Carty Scramble" (I totally forgot what you guys decided it was named but I couldn't bring myself to call it "Golden"), he started his usual chant of "Woh-woh, Andy, Woh-woh, Andy." Then he threw in a "Yaya, Rynan."

You two should be expecting phone calls from his purple phone/rattle. I'm sure he'll be placing them shortly.

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It all started a month or so ago when I tried to eat breakfast. CRITICAL ERROR.

Cael used to be a lover of plain yogurt out of the big tub. Alas, having been exposed to his mom's little containers of strawberry flavored yogurt, he realized that he had been missing out - not only on flavor, color and sugar, but on some fun little containers.

So, like anyone with a heart a sucker, I started letting him share my yogurts. Eventually, he got his own individual yogurts for breakfast. He loved them. He'd eat two or three every morning. Which, at $.79 each, is a little much.

At this point I know two things: 1) I'm going to have to switch to the big tubs again, 2) he's not going to like it.

My brilliant solution was to get him a flavor he'd never tried and some cute little storage cups and prepackage them when he wasn't looking. Well, part two of the plan failed before take-off because the store didn't have any cute storage cups. But part one was a go. Peach yogurt!

So, Cael's in his high chair, ready for breakfast and requesting yogurt.

Allie: Peach yogurt?
Cael: Peach yogurt!
[Allie pulls out the tub.]
Cael: No! Yogurt!
Allie: This is yogurt.
Cael: NO!
[Allie dishes out some yogurt and Cael swings wildly for the refrigerator. The tears begin. (Cael's. Allie's come later.)]
Cael: No! Yogurt!
Allie: This is yogurt.
Cael: NO! YOGURT!
Allie: Cael, this is yogurt. It's peach!
Cael: No! Yogurt! Yogurt!

Fast forward 33 minutes. (Yes, I timed it.)

Finn was in my arms, screaming. Cael was in his chair, covered in orange-colored yogurt. It was in his hair, his eyes, and was so thick on his hands that it had created webbing between his fingers. His face was red, his tears were huge, and he was shouting, "NO BABY! NO BABY!" He had refused offers of eggs, pancakes, toast, cereal, oatmeal, my third-born child...

I settled Finn down from screaming to crying and put him in his bouncer. I returned to the kitchen.

Allie: Okay, here's how it's going to work. You're going to take two bites of yogurt. Two. Then we're going to go get your blanket and we'll watch one episode of Diego.
Cael: Watch Diego.
Allie: Yogurt first.
Cael: Watch Diego!
Allie: Yogurt first.

I scooped up a spoonful of yogurt and gave it to him. He spit it out. At least, I think he did. It wasn't in his mouth, but whatever might have fallen was immediately lost in the orange horror that was his bib. After a few more attempts, he actually swallowed a bite.

Allie: Okay, that's one. One more.

The second bite went down.

Allie: All done?
Cael: More?

I ended up spoon-feeding him everything I could scrape off the splattered tray.

*sighs*

See, Cael? You like peach yogurt. You could have spared the three of us a good deal of suffering - and we wouldn't now be in need of a big gulp to replenish the water we lost in tears - if you just would have taken a bite half an hour ago!

Moral of the story: Allie shouldn't even consider eating the Cinnabon sitting all gooey and cream-cheesy in the microwave.

Allie + tasty breakfast = bad idea.

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Allie + Youtube = Plumbing expert.

I think the pair of us could take over the world.

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He sings the alphabet like I sing songs I don't know. In fact, I think I've used the same line he does after 'k' as the lyrics of many a song. I hadn't thought of shoving a toothbrush holder in my mouth to obfuscate it though. That's a pretty good idea.

I might try that.

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