Bicycle Vs Yaris

So this past Saturday started off innocently enough. Riley and I left to the house to run some errands and get the grocery shopping down. In the midst of these pleasant adventures, my cell phone starts to come to life to get my attenion, stopping just short of exploding.

Apparently, on Louie's bike ride to work, the chain decided it didn't want to do it's job anymore and snapped in two, leaving him quasi-stranded at a friend's music store. Well, I can think of worse places to be stuck. So Riley and I speed through check out and drive to the store because Louie still needs to get to work. We get Louie to work, go home to empty out the car, grab a sandwich for the child (because of course it has to be lunch time) and back to the music store we go.

Now here is the dilemna. We don't have a bike rack (which I will be rectifying soon because of the events of this day). This is the trunk of a Toyota Yaris...

And let's pretend this is the bike I own. It's not the exact one but you get the idea...

Now, the moral of the story isn't changing the laws of physics and getting this to work (which I did by the way). It was keeping an almost 21 month old occupied while I did it. So what did I do with Riley you ask? I let him drive the car. As in, I put him in the front seat where he happily pretended to drive, push buttons and go through my coupon organizer. So once the bike situation was resolved, I was met with this lovely vision...

*sigh*

Ketchup: The Ultimate Condiment

As all parents know, you have to pick and choose your battles. When it comes to eating, as long as food is going into the mouth and being swallowed, I'm not picky on the manner it ends up there.

The three of us went out for a pre-Father's Day dinner wanting to miss out on the madness at restaurants on the actual holiday. As is usual for us, we ordered Riley's meal right away so he had something to keep him occupied while Mommy and Daddy ate. This restaurant is great because they offer to take his order before we even get a chance to ask. Also, they are super quick to get it out to us.

So Riley get's his grilled cheese sandwich, fries, and pickle. We put a little ketchup on his plate for him to dip and everyone is happy. (Especially the people who were sitting next to us because Riley kept trying to talk to them.)

Now whenever Riley has ketchup on his plate, the first thing he dips is his finger. Ketchup is its own food group, I guess. Finally I'm able to remind Riley about dipping fries and entice him to eat some of his grilled cheese. Both of these get the dip treatment... no problem, he's eating. That's all that matters.

Now we come to the pickle. Specifically a spear dill pickle. Can you guess what happens next?

Yup... ketchup and pickle. Dinner of champions. He actually went through two pickles like this thanks to Mommy sacrificing her own pickle for the happiness of her beloved child.

He's eating. That's all that matters. Right?