Well, Mom hated peas, too

So the peas were a bust -- I think the picture above pretty much says it all. It was the first time Isaac had ever eaten anything that didn't tastes like mom's milk, so perhaps Mom was aiming too high with her "my child will eat his veggies, dern it" mantra. Next time I think we will try something a little nicer on the taste buds like the Gerber-ized peaches or bananas we have in the pantry, and we will keep in mind that Mom pushed her peas around on her plate until she was in college.

Isaac said "mama" today, just completely out of the blue. Mindy and Clayton and Isaac and I were just doing our evening stroll, and Mr. Talky-talk was trying out new sounds and stumbled across "mama" by accident, but it was still wonderful. Especially since I have TWO witnesses (one can't quite verbally vouch for me yet, but he still heard it).

Dad is leaving tomorrow to hang out on Mt. Baker again, so it will be Isaac, Grandma, and Mom for a few days. I'm sure we will have lots of fun, especially since dad won't be giving us the usual flak about how we turn up the baby monitor loud enough to hear him breathing while he's sleeping. Bite me, Dad. We always miss Dad because he is lots of fun. He makes up the best song lyrics. For example:

Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Fiery gasses out in space
Get too close, they'll burn this place
Don't go nova, little star
We like you just the way you are.

There's also a remix of "Frere Jacques" that involves a commentary on French girls and their armpit hair, but we can't quite remember how that one goes right now. Anyway, Dad brings high entertainment value to the table.