Well, I guess it starts now and ends with "Really, honey, I WANT to be in a nursing home..." ...the necessary lies we tell our offspring.
Tried to feed Lucy some peas last night. They were delightful peas, really, quite sweet and a palatable shade of green. But she wanted NOTHING of it. I have never really seen her NOT open her mouth for food before, but there she was, determinedly ignoring the spoon poised in front of her adorable little lips. And crying of course, because she could see the box of yummy rice cereal right on the table. So we mixed up a batch of what Joel likes to call "breastmilk cereal" (the phrase has a nice rhythm about it) and then clandestinely spooned the peas into the mixture. And, of course, she gobbled it down in her usual way.
Lucy was, in Joel's words, "up to her elbows in grandparents" over the weekend. My mom and dad came in on Thursday to play day-care on Good Friday, and on Sunday we helped Joel's sister Jamie move into her new townhouse, so Gramps and Gram Gronau got their time in too. It was a fun weekend, and Lucy was a dutiful sweetheart. She even slept through the night last night. YESS!
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