Fiber & Leafy Greens

The other day, I gave Riley an option: we could visit either the zoo or Whole Foods. She picked Whole Foods.

To make the outing kid-friendlier, we stopped by a nearby park, where she spent the entire time stirring a pot of (puddle) soup, carefully garnished with sticks and leaves.

Quite the health-food kick for a kid who'd gladly live off ice cream and batter.

Armed and Totally Harmless

After I made banana bread last night, I let Riley lick the beater. And of course recalling the last time I baked, she requested, "Take my picture!"

Forgive us, Santa

The other day, as I grabbed something from a lesser-used closet, I noticed the box Zelf came in. And the following advisory:


Whoops. (Only two months 'til we're 50% compliant.)

Armed and Dangerous

Sunny Day, Sweeping the Clouds Away...

Finally, a little sunshine. Even Grover appreciates days like this.

The Best Gift: An Incident-Free Day

Whew, what a week: First, all the puking. Then the ER. Then yesterday, Riley slammed her thumb in the door. Fortunately, it wasn't broken–ascertained only after the wailing and swelling died down.

So of course, I loved getting this Mother's Day card:

The $100 Milestone

At the ripe age of two-and-three-quarters, Riley's milestones are now few are far between. So I guess it's worth mentioning her latest one: first ER visit.

After Riley spent Wednesday and Thursday puking with a 104-degree fever, the pediatrician sent her to the hospital to get rehydrated. Of course by the time she was seen (after three hours of waiting), the fever was gone and the puking had ceased. Still, milestone nonetheless, right?

The Upside to Illness

She lets me rock her to sleep.

Never-ending Story (aka Bedtime)

Normally putting Riley to bed is a breeze.

But occasionally it's brutality an exercise in patience. Tonight, for example, she spent three solid post-bedtime hours calling out various requests, including (but not limited to):

• potty time
  
• different pajamas
• more ice for her water
• different pajamas
• chap-stick
• a snack
• different pajamas
• help re-swaddling Zelf

I blame today's 3 1/2 hour nap. But it seemed like such a good idea at the time...

Backyard Schmackyard

We live across the street from a lovely catholic church whose grounds Riley has adopted as her backyard.

It's perfect: stairs to climb, retaining walls to jump off, nicely manicured lawns, and (the best part) no yard work for us.