Damn Peach

So, what's the point of getting your 8 mth old son to try a tiny bit of really ripe peach, when all it does is gag him, causing him to throw up the entire dinner you just fed him, including the bottle from an hour ago. Now you have to give him another bath, put the high chair cover in the washing machine, and try to get the vomit smell out of the high chair straps. This is very distressing to Sophie because now her "tesert" (desert) is delayed. Sweet Emily, ever my patient one, sits quietly playing in her high chair and watches all the commotion.

But now is the best part of the day....7:20 pm and all three are fed, bathed and asleep. How relaxing to read the Sunday paper while eating a child-free meal.