June 01, 2010
Food for Thought
There's no denying our back deck is ugly. It has no real foundation. It's been sort of painted a weird pinky-beige colour at some point in the distant past (and not by us). It's faded enough that you can only kind of see it, but not enough that you could get away with anything short of painting over it. It has visually jarring, yet infuriatingly functional benches.
We could try to fix it, but being who we are, it would then be worse, and we would have to actually take responsibility for it.
The upside is, now that we can eat outside on the deck, we don't dread supper anymore.
Exhibit A, three year old boy eating of his own volition, sitting on his seat (as opposed to draped across it, or on a parent lap), and eating something other than bread.
Exhibit B. One year old actually showing an interest in food that has not yet been on the floor. Felix's usual MO is to sit in his high chair and throw the few proffered morsels on to the floor, and then clamour to get out. At this point, he will crawl around under his chair, eat said morsels, and then climb on my lap and try to throw my food on the floor. Sometimes I think about putting his bowl on the floor, but it seems so wrong.
Exhibit C. Felix sitting still. Otherwise unheard of.
And hey, the adults like eating outside too. Even though sometimes it's really not warm enough to do so, we generally give in to the request, because the wildlife cleans the floors for us out there.
If I had blog categories, this would go under "things I probably shouldn't admit." But since no one reads this blog, I think I'm safe. Right?
Posted by Marlene at June 1, 2010 09:49 PM