In the busy world of new motherhood, I found Facebook's one line status updates irresistible.  After all, who doesn't have time to write a quick line in between changing diapers, working and reading to the little one.  Still there are days that I long for the comfortable expanse of a paragraph.  There are many times when I can't express myself thoroughly with 140 characters.  So I've come back to chat with whoever is left.

A lot has happened in the last month. 

I've been involved in a not-so-secret love affair.  Baby Chedda continues to amaze me with his ability to capture your attention with a single smile and how easily and quickly he is changing and developing new skills.  

Baby Ched has the enviable talent of always knowing when I will be putting any bite of food into my mouth.  Just as I'm sitting down for dinner that he becomes upset and needs to eat.  I could feed him one minute before sitting down and still he would know that I was trying to put a bite of food into my mouth and begin to fuss.  

Finally, in a desperate attempt for sustenance, (if you've seen my derriere lately, you should be laughing at the preceding statement.)  I decided to use the ultimate weapon.  

I positioned baby in front of his favorite thing-the television.  Then I dished up a plate and sat down.  I'm aware of the no t.v. before 2 and even support the general idea of it.  However, I'm also a big supporter of eating your food while it's hot and using utensils while doing it.  So when my baby's brain is fried at the age of 3, and my butt is wider than the Grand Canyon-at least I can reflect back on this clash of values and realize that I've onvce again placed food at the top of the list.

With the opening credits of Quantum of Solace flashing on the screen I put the first bite of oozy, gooey cheesy chipotle enchilada in my mouth.  Mmmmmm.  Then I opened my eyes and saw Chedda had figured out how to look behind him.  He flashed me a grin bigger than Tom Cruise's  before beginning to fuss.  

Of course this just endeared him to me more-in spite of the fact that I had to enjoy my enchilada's while balancing a grabby six month old on one knee. Even I realize that I will likely NEVER be more important than the television again.