Yes, cheese bus.
We've discussed Owen's obsession with putting things down the trunk of his elephant ball popper, but I neglected to mention that he is pretty much obsessed with putting things in other things in general.
I guess it is also important to mention that we've been having feeding issues lately. Trying to feed a toddler is by far the most frustrating thing I've ever experienced.
Today, I had the bright idea to try and get Owen to eat a 'sandwich.' I put 'sandwich' in quotations because my brilliant idea was to feed it to him in parts so he wouldn't get bored so quickly. (The fact that I'm blogging about this should clue you in to how well it went.)
First, I fed him a piece of turkey. We have a lot more luck feeding him if we let him roam, rather than putting him in the high chair, so I just sat on the couch with a piece of turkey and he would come get bites from me every couple of minutes.
He ate nearly all of the turkey, which was great. Then, it was time for the cheese. I got a slice out of the fridge and after fighting him to take bites for a while, I decided to break it into squares and put it on the coffee table for him to munch on as he pleased (we do this with cheerios all the time, so I figured it would work).
What did Owen do with the cheese? He grabbed a piece to munch on, then walked across the room and came back with his toy school bus. He set the bus on the coffee table next to the cheese, and then this happened:
What happened next can only be described as 'The Great Cheese Tragedy of 2012.'
He pushed the bus over the edge of the coffee table. Cheese went everywhere.
What did Owen do while I was cleaning up cheese off of the floor? He filled the bus with Cheerios.
Needless to say, that was the end of lunch time.