Happy Child

Baby loves steak, mashed potatoes, tortillas, blueberries, grapes, strawberries, cranberry juice, water, waffles, chocolate-chip cookies, chicken, and tofu. And yet, sometimes, it seems as if there is no food she likes. What that means, of course, is that she is a child – and that we probably won’t be able to control her appetite and, beyond modeling positive eating habits, probably shouldn’t even try. Tonight, she charmed a goodly number of strangers at Carrabba’s Italian Grill. The question we get nearly every time we’re in public with our bundle of joy: “Is she always this happy?” She can (and does) cry, we say and does sometimes express her will rather vehemently, but she pretty much always is this happy.

Still a Good Way of Sleeping

Baby and I had an opportunity to enjoy each other's company last night while mommy went to her first art class in a while. We watched some tennis from the U.S. Open, drank a few bottles of formula, took a bath, and went to sleep. First this sleep was only baby's, but when she woke from what sounded like a bad dream and was distracted by the dogs as I tried to get her back down she wouldn't have anything to do with sleeping by herself. So, we employed the old sleep-on-daddy's chest trick; nobody seemed to mind that at all.