You know those air plants that they sell at Home Depot? They are pretty and whimsical looking, but for some reason they always adorn them with brightly colored parrots and affix a magnet so you can hang them on your refrigerator. Because who doesn't want a plant that lives off of air alone hanging out on their refrigerator door mocking them every time, 23 to be exact, that they open it up and take a bite of leftover cake. Or is that just me? Anyway, these plants live off of air, and so does my son.
Of course not 100% air, that would be crazy! He also chugs a few small glasses of whole raw milk (yay!) some nuts (yay!) and a tiny bit of ice cream (yay?), his treat before bed, pretty much every day. These are the only things he will eat without fail. Sometimes he will snack on a carrot, a cracker, a handful of granola eaten off the kitchen floor like the dogs, the ONE PERFECT bite of MY food that I was saving for last, fruit snacks, an apple, or some cheese, but these are all wild cards. Oh and he will cook the shit out of some pancakes. Cook, not eat! In fact, he will cook anything at any time, he just won't eat it. He will have changed his mind by the time it is done cooking. True story. And my mind is all, whaa?? And before I know it I'm stuck eating cold eggs again because I don't like to waste.
I don't know why I'm surprised, Caches has never had much time for or interest in food. I have no idea where he gets all of his energy, but he is full of it. Full of energy or poop. Seriously, that's the whole reason I wanted to write this. My kid eats six bites of food all day and poops like a grown man! Where is all of this poop coming from? This morning he woke up at 5:13 am because he had to poop. He did, it was huge, and yes I looked. We went back to bed and he had to poop again. I didn't believe him but he assured me. And he did, and it was huge, and I looked again! Back to bed and five minutes later he tells me he has to poop yet again. I'm like seriously, if you want to get up just get up for the day. Nope he really did have to poop AGAIN! And you can bet that I looked at it again in awe. "Caches!" I asked, "Where is all this poop coming from!?" "I don't know, I think I ate too much dinner." "Yes son, three chickpeas and a pretend bite of BBQ chicken is far too much for one man to eat." "I told you that mommy."
So it remains a mystery where all of this poop is coming from. Lord knows between four chickens, a cat, two dogs and two kids I'm already up to my eyeballs in shit every day. I don't exactly need an overachiever in the pooping department. Hey, maybe I'll get an air plant and hang it in the bathroom. I'll name it Caches and offer it some ice cream.