Up until now we could not coax Adam into eating anything remotely resembling a noodle. No mac and cheese, no lasagna, no spaghetti, nothing. I mean what kid does NOT like macaroni and cheese? I was kind of glad he didn't like spaghetti because that meant I didn't have to deal with the mess, but apparently he just doesn't like MY spaghetti because he ate my mom's homemade sauce last night and dove in for a second helping as well.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.