Peeper’s new favorite food

I was in the kitchen scrubbing dishes when I realized that the sponge-on-plate sound was the only noise I heard.

If there is one truth in parenting, it is this: Silence means your child is up to no good.

I shed the yellow dish gloves and peeked my head around to the living room, where Peeper had been playing. There she was, playing all right, but not with her stacking cups or beach ball.

Somewhere she had found a Ziplock of dog food. She had managed to open it and spill it on the ground. And, of course, she was shoving handfuls of it into her mouth.

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All about Edie

I just saw this article on The Huffington Post, which featured a dad’s response to a day care questionnaire about his 11-month-old’s personality. It cracked me up, and I decided to do one for Edith, too.

My name is Edith Mae

My strengths are

Biting, gnawing, chewing and leaving two tiny teeth marks on just about everything
Furrowing my brow
Anticipating the moment my parents are about to set me in my crib and crying
Blowing spit bubbles and raspberries

My interests are

Smooshed bananas
My dog Finn
Mirrors
The ABC Song

The friends I like to play with are

My hands
My parents’ hands
Anyone else’s hands

My goals are

Finally picking up the print on my parents’ bed sheets
Scooting more and more
Squirming out of the damn car seat
Chewing on everything ever made ever

Here Edith works on scooting.
Here Edith works on scooting.