Move Over, Martha
May. 13th, 2005 12:15 amToday's dinner was pasta bolognese. Linnea eats this with her fingers; it's very... red.
I was in exile upstairs - in Sick Bay, if you will - and she and Rob were dining together, tete a tete. When she had finished what was on her plate, and demanded more pasta (man, that girl enjoys her pasta!) Rob got one of her face-flannels from the basket we keep behind her chair, and a bit to the right, where she can't reach it, and went into the kitchen to make it warm and damp, suitable for baby / tomato intervention.
When he returned, she had reached the basket of wipes and bibs, and was industriously wiping the tomato sauce off her high-chair tray.
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Date: 2005-05-13 05:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
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