In case the picture is a little too blurry, that yellow thing in Squeaker's hand is an ear of corn. She at half of it on the cob before asking to have the rest cut off. It seems to be too much work the other way. Squeaker eating corn, even on the cob isn't so much news on its own, but she's pretty well left jars of food behind. If we go out of town, we take a few jars along just in case, but I don't remember the last time we actually had to use one. We ate lunch out in the valley on Friday. Squeaker had broccoli quiche, kiwi, grapes, tomatoes, and cantaloupe. There seems to be little chance that she'll be much of a fan of Dr. Atkins. Just about her favorite food is hot, buttered rice. Fortunately for her, the Daddy person has been riding a lot the last few weeks, so hot, buttered rice has been on the menu a lot. We share food fairly often and I am sad to say she's developing a mistrust of her father. Actually it isn't so much mistrust as a clear understanding of how this sharing-food-with-daddy-thing plays out. i put some of the food on her plate and start eating the rest of it. Particularly in the case of rice, once she realizes that we're sharing, Squeaker asks for more, even if she hasn't touched what I've given her yet. Apparently she's seen the Daddy person eat the last of the rice one too many times
Sentence of the Week
"Daddy boat, Granddaddy Boat, Daddy, Granddaddy, chick hommy river."
There are unconfirmed reports that Squeaker also got to meet a Lama this week, but we are still waiting for confirmation from our field reporter. Have a good week.
