Peanut Butter Monster

My husband and a few of my children LOVE peanut butter.  Several of them will make two or three peanut butter sandwiches throughout the day as a snack.  The only problem is, the peanut butter is usually left out on the kitchen counter, lid off, and we have a little explorer who is undaunted by heights and forever hungry.

Apparently she’s added peanut butter to her list of favorite foods.  If she walks through the kitchen and sees it up there, she takes matters into her own hands.  How she got herself a plastic spoon is beyond me.

I know a couple of these are blurry since she was moving so much, but they make me laugh so here goes.

We’re calling her the Peanut Butter Monster.  I’m sure the pediatrician would be thrilled with me.

Hopeful Homemaker

The Hungry Baby

Watching my little one eat her way through every morning is like seeing Eric Carle’s book The Hungry Caterpillar in real life.

This morning she ate through:

One bowl of oatmeal, one green smoothie, one egg with salsa, one piece of birthday cake, one orange and one slice of pizza.

And then she was full.

She is such a little nut.  A hungry little nut, and we love her to pieces.



The room went silent (an uncommon thing around here) on Sunday afternoon when our 18 month old walked through in this get-up.  We were all holding back our laughter as she passed, pretending to be so deep in conversation that she didn’t even know we were there.  Oh, it was funny.

I can’t decide which I like more, the bag on the arm with the TV remote as cell phone, or the glove she somehow managed to get on the other hand.  It cracks me up.  The shoes don’t hurt, either.

As for the lack of clothes, I have nothing to say but this:  a gut like hers needs to be exposed every once in a while.  And I’m not kidding when I say this is the skinny version.  You should see her after a meal!

Love this girl.


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