Emma Joan got demoted from her position in the Bumbo in the center of the table after she proved that she had the ability and wherewithal to dump out mine and Abbey's cups of water in the time it took me to turn around and grab napkins. (At least I was grabbing napkins?)
She is now in the high chair but she's still way too little for it and her chin is just barely higher than the tray. She flails her arms up from the sides, attempting to snag the puffs on the tray, but all she does is push them away. Fortunately, she was sitting next to Sam who would nudge the puffs back to her.
Lola doesn't like bacon and the other kids do. They are kind of bacon fanatics. (Who knows where they get that from. Heh.) Lola likes eggs though and the other kids don't. But I still give them all 2 eggs and two pieces of bacon. They always trade and Lola ends up eating half a dozen eggs but everyone seems happy so I guess that's fine.
Sam always torments Abbey. Today, he said
"Just so you know, I've seen marshmallows scarier than you."
Abbey's response? "...Where?"
During all of this, Lola is chowing down on her eggs but surreptitiously tossing her hash browns onto everyone else's plates. New Baby is grinning big gummy grins at me, Sam is thanking me for the "big" breakfast ("Isn't it good?" "Yeah", he says, "But mostly big.") and Abbey is gasping, applauding and saying "It's SO GOOD."
Now Lola's watching Diego (Drek!), Abbey's running around in the backyard with a whisk (?????), New Baby is uh, maybe pooping? and Sam is doing the dishes. It's kind of peaceful.
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