Just overheard from the kitchen:
"Do you want a treat, bug?"
"Yeah!"
"How about a peach?"
"No, I want a treat!"
"Fruit IS a treat!" (This last accompanied by a smirk [grimace?] of self-awareness.)
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Whatever. We give up. It's all about the baby now. And sometimes about the dogs. But mostly about the baby. (Once upon a time stuff: "After 2 1/2 years in our house and myriad renovations planned (and even some accomplished), it's time to start keeping track. And, if perhaps we're feeling motivated and if time allows, this will serve as a kitchen/garden journal as well. Here's to future bouts of nostalgia, poring over old photos, and keeping an eye out for botulism.")
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