Junk - Part One and Two

Part One was intentional. Part Two was an oops.

Today, Eddie had his first hot dog! A Portillo's hot dog, which practically a right of passage for any Chicago kid. I had a serious craving some some of the yummola Portillo's had to offer and figured that Eddie was ready. Let me tell you - he ate almost that whole hot dog. Only a bit of bun, with the dog cut into quarters. I will admit that I watched him like a hawk while he ate, since kids choke so often on hot dogs, but no problems there. I took my hot dog cutting seriously! Congratulations, bud. Soon you'll graduate to relish and tomato and celery salt and you won't know what hit you! Unless you grow up to be that kid that only likes ketchup on his hot dog....then I'll make fun of you forever :) Any good chicago-hot-dog-loving person would.

Part Two....

...are you ready? Let me set you up. Eddie and I were hanging out inside after lunch and I was in my usual spot of the corner, on the floor, of our sectional couch. I use the bottom of the couch as a back rest and usually hide my coffee cup or Diet Coke can behind my back, further into the corner. Got it? Well, Eddie and I decided to play outside a bit, so after a walk around the neighborhood and a trip to the mailbox, we came back in. While I was hanging up my coat and Eddie's, I heard some strange sound that seemed similar to Eddie drinking out of his sippy cup and saying 'aaahhhh'.

Imagine my surprise when he brought me my now empty DC can, which I totally forgot about. He had Diet Coke on his face, his shirt and the floor. Heh. Ooops.



So. Hot dog and pop all in the same day. To my defense, he did have peas with his hot dog.

SO THERE.