A couple of months ago I wrote of my struggles to provide a school-approved, Oliver-approved, me-approved lunch for the young lad to take to school. Since then there have been highs and lows and things in between. The most successful efforts have involved very, very plain sandwiches on mini-buns. The biggest failures are always the ones into which I invest the most love, sweat, and tears: heavenly pasta salads or hearty soups. It's been an emotional rollercoaster, in short.
Tonight, Oliver declared that he would pack his lunchbag himself. After every couple of items, he would run downstairs and yell at Craig and Georgia: "I am packing my lunch ALL BY MYSELF!". Then he'd come up and scour the fridge for more items, employing me as no more than a wrapper and bagger. He even buttered the bread and placed the ham in the middle of his sandwich.
The contents of Oliver's first-ever do-it-himself lunch:
- 1 ham sandwich
- 1 salmon cake
- 2 olives
- 3 cherry tomatoes
- 1 pear
- 1 candy
- 1 yogurt
- 1 pkg raisins
- 1 snack-thing Goldfish
We all had to peruse the final product a couple of times ("Mom! Dad! It's going to be such a HEALTHY lunch!"), and then it was zipped up and put on a fridge-shelf of Oliver's choosing.
Oh, my little man.
