Small victory in the breakfast department with regard to the eldest offspring this morning. Lately, as 10 year old boys do, he's been bingeing on bread. LOADS of toast with only Olivani spread, no topping of any description, followed by a massive bowl of cornflakes or weetbix. I'd taken to calling it his 'beige breakfast' and added boiled eggs to it when I could get the energy (or inclination, depending on the mood of smallest offspring) to boil them for him. It was empty carbs, and I noticed his mood was often even more pre-teen than usual when he had his beige breakfast.
This morning he calls from the kitchen "Hey Mum, can I make a smoothie? Think I might have it with avocado toast!"
Cue me fainting dead away on the floor in the next room.
Not only is the EO planning on eating real, nutritious food - he's planning on actually using the blender - a kitchen appliance other than the toaster. He has to go OUTSIDE (gasp) to pick a lemon from the tree for his avocado toast. He even grabs a spoonful of protein powder to add oomph to the banana, yoghurt (ok, it WAS chocolate yoghurt) and milk smoothie.
It's these moments that you want to watch, record for posterity and fuss over for hours. Equally frustrating with pre-teens, it's these moments they want you nowhere near you, much less photographing and fussing. So I play it cool, doing a silent mummy dance on the inside.
And try not to die a little at lunchtime when he tells me he wants a chocolate sauce pancake.
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