Why? You ask? Oh, you know, because my son is in that phase. You know the phase where he counts to 100 over and over again and settles for nothing less than my undivided attention, eye contact, affirmations in the form of head knods and cheerleader-esque GOOD JOB(!!!)’s after each number…. oh, and perfection – meaning he starts over after every mess up. Yeah. So that’s where we’re at today.

If you were looking for the weekly meal plan, apologies. You can check out my friend’s menu at O’Boy Organic instead. Meanwhile, we are hovering around firty-five.

For more fun on “free” year olds… check out this post here.