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Veggies, Daddy love, and silence.

It's not anything new to hear that we have to hide Bug's green veggies in her food, mix it up so she can't see it and sometimes even splash a bit of ketchup for her to not completely taste it.  Since she has such a sweet tooth, the last couple of weeks, I've been able to feed Bug a ton of the summertime fruits and veggies that are oh-so-sweet!  


Not only did she know she was eating zuchinni and squash, but I didn't even have to mash it and mix it into her food!  She was well aware it was there and to my surprise, even asked for more!  :)  Mealtimes have been such a chore the last few months, it's exciting to see her sit down for a full meal and want to eat what's on the plate.  She is so busy chasing the cat or playing with puzzles that it's rare to get her to eat more than 1/4 of her plate.  I'm hoping the last couple of weeks is just the beginning of Bug's new healthy appetite. 


I'm not trying to brag or anything, but Bug is amazing at using her utensils.  (Okay, fine.  It sounds like bragging, right?  Hahaha.)  I'm not saying she wants to use them all the time, but when she does, she's awesome at it.  Big thanks to Daddy for sitting down with Bug so patiently since before she was even a year old and teaching her how to use her fork and spoon.  I have patience with Bug, but not in that department. 

Most mealtimes occur without Daddy because he comes home a bit later than we'd prefer, so Bug and I spend the majority of the late afternoon/early evening playing, singing, dancing...

...thinking in the usual corner before we have to run to the bathroom to pee/poo...

...and waiting...

...for this awesome guy to come home!

When Dad comes home, something amazing happens.  The semi-cooperative Bug that I spent all afternoon and evening with, regresses to tears and fits and never wants her Daddy to let her go.  Daddy's girl all the way.  Poor Daddy can't even get a meal in without Bug climbing all over him.  It's amazing how much she loves this guy.  I don't blame her.  I miss him so much too that when he comes home all I want to do is hug him (but I have a ton of competition in Bug so I can't steal a hug until she's in bed) and depending on the afternoon I had with Bug, perhaps also break down into tears.  Just kidding!  (Kind of.)

Sometimes we're lucky and she gets tired and gives Mommy 5 minutes of peace.

And when this energetic, stubborn, talking and dancing machine goes to bed...

...we head to bed, take in the silence, and pray we survive the next day with such an active little almost 2 year old.  Did anyone ever tell you about having a 2 year old?  If you know what it's like, you know why I pray every night.  :)  They are the most energetic human beings!  She is less than half my size and I cannot keep up with the amount of conversations she wants to have, the places she wants to run back and forth to, and the amount of curiosity that prompts her to explore every corner of our tiny home.

By the way...THIS is what silence looks like.  It really is golden.

God Bless,
Kat

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  1. WyattJune 27, 2013 at 11:03 AM

    Nice finish on the blog with your "Silence is Golden" photo. ;)

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