I went in to check on Win during his morning playtime in his room. He’d altered his outfit a bit. He picked out a pair of Babylegs and matching socks and put them on his hands. I like how they perfectly match his skivvies. Yes, those are toddler boxer briefs.
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Nearly every morning lately I’ve been making inside-out french toast for Winfield. He affectionately calls it, “inside French toad.” Also, nearly every morning, he insists that Harriet wants some too. He does like to share his experiences with her. Since babies aren’t supposed to have egg whites I’d been telling him that she is too little to have inside French toad.
At her last check up the doc told us that she’s allowed eggs now so I thought that a little inside French toad would be a good introduction. The first morning that I gave her some Win triumphantly yelled, “Hattie growed up. She’s eatin’ inside French toad.”
Here she is this morning nibbling on little squares.
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It’s been decently hot in Holland the past week. Win Harriet and I really enjoyed hanging out by the pool earlier this week.
Right before taking this picture I removed about 7 petunia petals from Hattie’s mouth. She really likes to eat grassy, naturey things.
I won’t tell you what it is, but it involves a clean and dry Plesiosaurus.
