Heirloom Tomatoes

You know you're a mom when you can watch your three year old throw up his entire dinner on the table, the floor and himself, and then quickly clean up the table, the floor and the child and go back to eating your dinner. I know, because it happened to me.

Kelan had been complaining of a stomachache all afternoon and had not eaten anything since breakfast. He was a bit feverish and also mentioned that his right foot hurt. Who knows what was wrong with him, all I knew was that it was dinnertime and he wanted to eat bunnies and cheese (for those non parents or grandparents - this is mac and cheese with pasta that is shaped like bunnies). So I figured I would let him eat them if he wanted. Big mistake.

Within seconds of Kelan saying his stomach hurt again, he threw up all his bunnies (I don't think he even chewed them on the way down, because whole bunnies were pouring all over the table). Not a problem - we have baby wipes! I swear I will never cease to be amazed at how useful these things can be - I use them for EVERYTHING. I wipe Kelan down completely and move him into the living room (he's feeling MUCH better by this point). Dan starts throwing bath towels on the table and floor to catch the runaway bunnies and Lauren, unfazed, is still eating her bunnies. I "baby wipe" the table, the floor and Voila! good as new.

So good that I return to my dinner of heirloom tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, basil, balsamic vinegar and olive oil. Meanwhile Dan is taking his unfinished plate into the kitchen - he cannot eat another bite. All I can think of is that you NEVER waste an heirloom tomato. They are seasonal and quite possibly the best tasting tomato...ever (and this is coming from someone who does not even like tomatoes).

Maybe it was the tomato that kept me eating or maybe it is just the fact that this is not the grossest thing I have had to endure these past few years. I bet if you were to ask any mom out there they would say that their "gross out index" has changed dramatically since the birth of their first child (hell, the birth alone can do it for some). I guess I looked at it like my son really needed help, and that I was really still hungry.