The times, they are a-changin'

Silvia is crawling.

CRAWLING. As in, moving about of her own free will to explore as yet unplundered areas of the house. As in, being in one place when you look and then, two minutes later, being in a completely different place.

With someone's shoe in her hand.

And her mouth.

As in, nothing will ever be the same!

Still, as disturbing as her newly developed freedom is for me, it's very exciting and cute for her. She's just so pleased with herself, she's practically giddy every time she gets those slippery little fingers on something new.

Like another shoe.

Also new in this household, Anna is branching out. She's actually deigning to eat, or at least try to eat, what Kurt and I have for dinner. Tonight for instance, she announced that she loved hamburgers. Then she had a fingerful of ketchup and changed her tune.

"Anna, don't you just love hamburgers?", I asked, trying to encourage her to take another bite.

"Mmmm-hmmm, Mama. I sure do love... KETCHUP!"

Oh, well. At least she's trying new things, right? There's no way to find what you like unless you first give it a try. Like V-8. Anna now absolutely adores V-8. She drinks an 8-oz can of the stuff a day, loves it to pieces, asks for it before asking for cookies or chocolate milk.

So, since a can of V-8 adds up to about 1 serving of vegetables, that means she's getting about... umm, let's see, do the math... yup, 1 serving of vegetables a day! Hey, I'll take what I can get.

We leave for our first family vacation on Friday, we're heading out to Chicago for 10 days to visit family and friends. Wish us luck! Two airplane rides and several nights in the hotel with one room for the four of us are scary prospects for me, but I'm trying to remain hopeful and positive that it'll all work out grandly.

Denial is, after all, the first step to sanity.