More cute (as in, in my esteemed opinion) baby pictures I shall exploit in lieu of actually writing anything – Whee!
For real though, we found a great new use for the veggie garnish that comes with your burger or club sandwich… Keeps Her Highness’ hands busy like no baby toy ever does. Added bonus: comes off Mummy or Daddy’s plate.
Oh, the sheer abandon of playing with one’s food. Remember a time when we all did this without a) cleaning everyone’s hands/ sanitizing a table (Little Miss chews the table), b) knowing what SARS stands for c) regularly coming across “dispose of used tissues responsibly” public service messages? My primary schooling was in Sandakan, Sabah, back when weekend trips were to Sepilok, where there might be a baby elephant dog-chained to the front entrance because “we shot the mum after she was destroying our crops and then we found the baby and felt bad so here he is” <baby in question casually eating decorative plants on long leash at entrance>, and roadkill is almost as likely to be a hapless snake crossing the road. What Mucky Pups Hand Sanitiser?
It’s a sign of the times, when your child knows the difference between H1N1 and H1N5.
Anyway we resisted all urges to tell Rockstar to stop squishing that slice of tomato on the table one hot, wet, muggy afternoon when none of the other outdoor tables were occupied. I felt a little bad at the obvious joy he had in something as simple as that – either he usually doesn’t feel like it (for a long time he didn’t like painting because it bothered him too much when he got paint on his hands or else in the case of food I don’t let him.)
Oh, the rewards of having a baby sister.
ps: they kids are both in longs despite the heat because of the bugs. Rockstar is a huge mosquito magnet and ends up with angry welts that leave scars, so we spend a bomb on child/baby-safe insect repellant every time it gets warm enough for bugs