Living with Cheerios
I knew that having children would also mean having cheerios. Finding them under foot, in the creases of the car seat, stuck to the wall, etc.
When Becca and I moved into our present apartment — previously lived in by a couple and their one-year-old — we cleaned from top to bottom what was already a pretty tidy place, and yet, for six months I was still occasionally sweeping up rogue cheerios hiding out behind the radiator or under the stove. So I knew what was coming.
And I accept my fate, entering the cheerio era with some equanimity, even while anticipating that familiar crunch under my shoes for the next, oh, FIVE YEARS or so — and even though, frankly, I don’t like cheerios. (At least I won’t have to deal with honey-nut® cheerios, though; those things weird me out.) Plus, who can begrudge a cute kid her cheerios?
– or her sweet potatoes for that matter.
musicologist, internet annotator, imagined community organizer.
7 Comments Add your own
1. Roger | October 22nd, 2008 at 11:47 pm
with you.
2. Caro | October 23rd, 2008 at 11:59 am
The cheerio-baby phenom is amazing. When my sister and I went to get my niece Milena in China — where the cheerio rule does not exist — we brought some with us. The first time she ate one — she was a little over a year old at the time — her eyebrows went up and she said, “ooooh,” as if saying, “why have I never seen these in my life and why were people keeping them from me?”
Like Nico, Milena also has that Eddie Bauer highchair. It is the best!
3. Raquel Z | October 24th, 2008 at 11:15 am
¡Que vival los cheerios! (Buen provecho, Nico and Miena.)
4. jsb | October 24th, 2008 at 3:37 pm
looking forwrd to watching “baby” grow in that tag cloud.
5. wayneandwax | October 24th, 2008 at 3:42 pm
no doubt
6. Nina | October 27th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
cheerios are da bomb
7. John | October 31st, 2008 at 7:58 am
Cheerios are among the pleasantest of things that might be hidden for later attention or discarded in a nook or cranny. Bits of banana or bitten biter biscuit are a bit less pleasant after a week or two. It only gets worse from there.
Leave a Comment
Some HTML allowed:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>
Trackback this post | Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed