He was stuck with crabby old me for nearly the entire day. He entertained himself quite well, except for a certain backyard incident. It was awfully nice out so when he asked to play outside I sent him out and resumed my position on the couch, keeping fingers crossed that he would keep out of trouble. All was quiet for long stretch so I had to peek outside, only to find that he had started digging a ditch at the side of our yard. Our neighbor was trying to dissuade him but he wasn't having any of it. If A. says anything there is a French expression that comes to mind...Je fais ce que je peux..Only so much I could do in my state..
More importantly, I provided three meals and three snacks for him, even going so far as to cook dinner, so hard to do when I can't taste a thing nor do I feel like eating.
Right before bedtime, R. rescued him for a half hour jaunt to the park which saved the day.
Izzy Eats: The art of raising a gourmand, one bite at a time
Stirring tales of eating, cooking and foraging in my never-ending quest to provide, great-tasting (local and organic whenever possible) EATS for me and my boy(s).