The Magical Mystery Moo

Dear Beanie,

I desperately want to write you a letter about the magical mystery moo place that exists in the centre of our little town... but I also want to write about what a phenomenal amount of food you just ate today. When I put it like that, it seems as if option one is the more interesting of the two, yeah? Haha.

There is this magical place where there exists a cow that only you can see. Every time we walk through that particular intersection in our village, you 'moo!' loudly and repeatedly! This has been going on for months now, and your daddy and I are yet to find this invisible cow, or anything that remotely resembles a cow!

Look. Where is the cow?

No cow here!

Nope! Not here!

Moo!

The only thing I can think of... perhaps you moo'd once at random and we made a big fuss of trying to find the cow, and now it is a fun joke for you...? Perhaps? If that is the case, my love, you are a very cheeky sausage, trying to trick us every time!

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Alright, I can't resist... Just in case you happen to want the details of your food consumption, here it is. Feel free to skip right to the 'Love Mummy' at the end, though! For reference, Normally, you would wake up and have a bottle, then a bowl of puffed oats with milk. Then you'd have some yoghurt and lunch would be something like veggie risotto, veggie spätzli or a scrambled egg with some bread and veggies. Afternoon snack, though often you don't want one, would be a piece of fruit and perhaps a cracker, and then dinner. Bottle before bed, and you're done.

Today? Here's what you had:

Your morning bottle.

• FIVE bowls of cornflakes. Yes, five. And you wanted a straw to drink all your milk out of the bowl too.
• One hour later, a slice of brown bread with cream cheese and a WHOLE banana.
• One hour later, a bowl of oat puffs.
• Ten minutes later, a few crunches on some raw carrot I was using (woot!), half an apple and an ANZAC biscuit that your lovely Auntie Christine brought over for us for Australia day yesterday.
• A Bio frankfurter, half a tin of corn, some peas and a cripsy cracker.
• A big bottle of milk.
• A whole mandarin, a stupid amount of raisins and some of your daddy's muesli.
• An hour later, three quarters of my seedy croissant and half of my fresh orange juice.
• TWO slices of wholemeal toast with almond butter (plus I suspect a LOT straight from the jar)
• A bowl of veggie spätzli that would rival the size of mine. (It's not over yet. Did you think so? Me too)
• A whole big five-piece carrot and oat waffle and a half a tub of yoghurt.
• And then a 200ml bottle before bed.

The most hilarious thing? As you were watching your bedtime episode of Thomas, you pulled up your shirt to reveal a belly so enormous that it seemed the skin barely held it in, and you sat there rubbing away at it and smiling.

I love you, my little Buddha!

Love Mummy.