Typing, Tantrums and a Hungry Toddler

Well.  So Facebook has decided that any address containing the words blogspot.ca in it is spam, and terribly offensive.  Prob. completely true, oh great Facebook, as all Blogger blogs are run by communists.  You knew that, right?

Long story short, you cannot see my blog posts anymore on Facebook.  Or at least until this issue has resolved itself.

Spent hours last night typing up a paper for David only to have my computer lose half of it.  When I discovered the lost work I had a tantrum the likes of which Samuel could only dream of accomplishing some day.  Whewee...it was pretty impressive.  Now, of course, I can no longer snort in derision when my husband rolls his eyes at our toddler's behaviour and come out with such jewels as "he looks JUST like YOUR uncle when he does that!" or "Well, the ELLIOT side never acts that way."  Because it's pretty dratted obvious where he gets it from.  Stomp. Stomp.

So this morning involves re-typing the paper while David balances the children, henceforth renamed The Unpottyable and Grouchy Blob, in the livingroom in front of endless, eeeeennnnndddlesssss Bob the Blasted Builder episodes.  That show is getting under my skin.  I found myself staring blankly at it yesterday while thinking of writing a paper on the social undercurrants and moral instabilities of the characters.

Anyway.  David works the night shift again tonight and leaves at 3pm, so we're having family breakfast together instead of family supper and trying a new oven pancake recipe.  It has finally occured to me that I need to increase our recipe amounts.  We used to be able to get by making two serving sizes but with Samuel eating almost as much as I do at any given meal that just isn't cutting it.  He's finishing his plate, hopping down off the chair and coming over to us and eating half of our food, too.  For a while I was blaming preferences, since he would often try and mooch more chicken off of me while his rice sat on the plate untouched, but now it's clear that he's just eating a lot of food, and I guess that means I can't just make enough for two hungry adults and give him part of each of ours anymore.

That oven pancake for breakfast, for example.  As soon as it came out of the oven I knew this wasn't going to feed us as well as it had claimed to and I did what I usually do these days and went to the pantry to find some sort of supplementation - in this case a family sized can of peaches in pear juice.  Samuel ate two full plates of pancakes and peaches and then a third plate of peaches once we ran out of pancake, and honestly I think I could still have fed him more if I'd had any breakfast left.

Yup, definately time to start doubling recipes.