Where did 5 Years Go?

And why didn't I care where they went until the Russians invaded?

Dough Boy

After emptying the mixing bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough, I scraped the sides with a silicone spatula and asked my son if he wanted it or if I should throw it away. He took the spatula, nibbled a tiny bit, and said, "We could share." So we did, him taking a small nibble and me taking a small pinch in turn until there was no dough left. Pretty typical mother-son moment, except it wasn't. When he was smaller, at the age when most kids are relishing scraping the bowl, he had no interest in the stuff. It looked mushy, and he did not (and does not) eat foods with a mushy texture. Mashed potatoes? No. Oatmeal? Absolutely not! Cookie dough? Too suspicious looking to consider. But recently, at the age of 12, he has tried it and determined that it is, in his words, "tasty." It's not exactly healthy, but I have hope that as he takes little leaps of faith to try foods that were once off limits that eventually some healthy choices will pass muster. Raising him has been a cycle of not reaching milestones when they were expected, and then him unexpectedly catching up or exceeding those milestones once I give up hope. It's kind of our thing