New sign

Asher hung a new sign on our porch last night!


You remember the No Dogs sign, the No Babies sign, and the I love you sign from last fall? Now there is a new one. This one reads

"I don't like mommy's food."

Great.

He did say it with more tact than his mommy has by labeling it the "This is not my favorite food" sign. But I hear that phrase at every meal when I don't make pizza, peanut butter and jelly, or dinosaur nuggets.

Granted I am an adventurous cook. Other than our favorite potato soup I rarely make anything twice. We try things in fish sauce and so much curry that Walter puts a guard over the baby's mouth and nostrils to protect them from too much spice in the air. And those pea pancakes really were too much.

But I don't think I'm a bad cook. We try to eat healthy and haven't had a radish sandwich since our CSA ended almost two years ago. But our dinners remain long events that eat hours out of our evening every day.

Celery he will eat. Red peppers he gobbles like candy. But spaghetti? NO! Enchiladas? Nope. Stir fry with rice? Not a chance.

So I will endure the latest sign referring to my cooking and trust Walter that everything I cook really isn't horrible.

While he was at it, he added fresh paint to the No Babies sign just so we know he still doesn't want babies in the house. Good thing Amelie is almost one and will soon graduate to the toddler label.

Any guesses on what the next sign will be?