First, this is Delaney Lila Foster, who finally took that long scary ride out of my sister-in-laws vaginal canal, braving pelvic bones and sticky cervical fluids, to make her appearance. If you missed my overly-sentimental welcome letter to her, go here. I was all moved by birth and stuff.
And this is what happens when kids are allowed to cook in the kitchen. They make un-edible concoctions called Pomegranate Splash (made from olive oil, butter, bread crumbs, eggs, salt, walnuts, capers, olives, peanut butter, Wheat Thins and whatever else is in arms reach that she can get into the bowl, but no actual pomegranate seeds, weirdly enough)
And they make you refrigerate it for future eating and demand that you serve it as a soup the following day. Fortunately chicken soup looks a lot of like Pomegranate Splash. Who knew.
Oh, and this is what Sunday is to me.
And this just makes me happy.
And this link is to my new Imperfect Parent Article where I tell people “The 10 Things You Can Do To Create Your Very Own Picky Eater”. I make fun of people here. So, just be prepared for that. But please go there, because I like to make fun of people in front of an audience.
So many things. So Monday…