The coffee goes down easy, but the levels of candy crush get harder. The smell of wet grass on the new day seep through the screen, and Calin has a hangar. It's been his favorite thing for the past 10 minutes. Hanging it on the ear of his little plastic rocking horse that he sits on no more than once a week for about 6 seconds, the rest of the time it's just in my way...
I give him some yogurt, and apple juice mixed with spring water, to really sugar up the hype while I wait for my coffee to somewhat kick in, and make the mornin a little easier. The trains on the television are talking to each other, trying to find one of the little trains that went missing... it's like an episode of the first 48 for toddlers. Thank god he's not even really paying attention to this sick crap.
He just found a paper bag... I should be picking up those pieces in about 3 or 4 minutes.

After the coffee kicks in, and I get my daily dose of attention from a baby picture I posted on Facebook, I start breakfast for the little man. I spend a good amount of time at Whole Foods, making sure everything is organic, no anti-biotics, blah blah blah... nothing that we ever had to worry about when I was his age. Parents had it much easier in those days... when I was Calin's age, Honey Nut Cheerios and a piece of wheat toast was considered healthy.
I usually just cut up some fruit and scramble an egg, occasionally mixing it up with some sort of chicken or turkey. It really doesn't matter what I put on the plate, he takes two or three bites, then spreads it out with his hands yelling "ALL DONE!" until it's all on the floor and the dog is having a field day. Today he did alright, he ate all his sausage, a half banana, some blueberries, and most of the egg!
The bigger he gets, the better he eats, and the more I have to be prepared for that energy to kick in. It's like Rocky chasing the chicken around here once he's had breakfast....