Monday, June 29, 2009
Is it already Monday?!
It must be this euphoric haze we're walking through that makes us so unaware of the passing of time. Unfortunately, I slacked a bit in the picture department this weekend, and I also forgot to break out the camera this evening when we dined with these fine folks. Thanks, 7w's, for the fantabulous evening, full of yummy food and even yummier conversations. We love spending time with you all!
I'll leave you with a story about our rookie parenting error #5919:
One of D's doctors recommends adding some dried fruit to his diet, so Chris and I dutifully head to the grocery to select some. We are looking over the organic selection, debating the merits of a variety of options, when we spy dried plums! Plums! Perfect! We love plums! Sold.
[stop laughing. laughing at rookies isn't nice]
All those dots represent the number of dried plums we fed to Dinkeneh within an eight hour period on Saturday. He loved them. We congratulated ourselves on how successful our first selection was.
Until one of us realized,
after the first unusually gooey, remarkably aromatic excrement expulsion,
that those dozens of lovely, deliciously sweet dried plums swimming in our D's tummy
Three days later,
and we are still paying the price.