Meg and the Avocado

Meg loves avocados. Ever since I introduced them when she was 7 months old, she's been a big fan. I guess I just never realized to what lengths she would go to enjoy one. Until today. She was behind me in the kitchen, and when I noticed the profound silence, I turned to find:



Yummy, right? Yep, she gnawed right through the rind of the thing and was happily enjoying the meat when I found her. Can you see the green stuff dribbling down her front? I had two avocados set out to ripen beneath the kitchen window, but I guess they were already ripe enough for Miss Meg.



Pretty good for someone with only six teeth, huh?

Stepping Out

An update on the cutest 13-month old we know: she's walking! Well, actually, "stepping" would be a more appropriate description. So far, her longest voyages have been six or seven, maybe ten steps at a time. But she's working on it, and she's already improved so much in her control and balance. For example, for the first few days it was just, one step--BOOM! on the floor. Two steps--BOOM! on the floor. But now she can take several steps, stop on her feet, and slowly lower herself to a sitting or squatting position. Of course, she still goes BOOM a lot too...



It's so exciting to see our little girl up on her feet and learning new things!

How to Eat a Meal, Meg-Style (by Meg)

For my first post of 2007, I thought of something both unique and instructive. As everyone knows, people who want to learn to cook have many potential instructors. Emeril, Rachael Ray and Martha Stewart are just the tip of the iceberg. But how about people who want to learn to eat? To whom are they to turn? Oh, sure, you've got your restaurant critics who'll tell you what to eat, but I'm talking about the basics here, people. How do you get that food from your plate (or your high chair tray) to your digestive tract where it can do some good--and how do you do it with style? This post is my answer to these questions.

Let's just say we're having breakfast. On the menu? Canteloupe pieces and French toast morsels. (You can have your mommy prepare these in advance.) Mmmmmm. Now before you eat anything, make sure you're seated comfortably and strapped safely into your chair. Got your bib on? Okay, then. You're ready to enjoy your meal. Let's begin.

1. Using your thumb and index fingers, pick up a piece of canteloupe in each hand. Insert the piece in your right hand into your mouth and gum (or chew) it a few times. Add the left-hand piece of canteloupe to your mouth.
2. Without swallowing, repeat step 1 until your mouth is packed beyond your capacity to chew. Then attempt to swallow the entire mouthful at one time.
3. Make choking sounds, cough and sputter. Use your tongue or your fingers to eject several pieces of partially chewed canteloupe from your mouth. If possible, swallow the rest.
4. Proceed inserting, chewing and swallowing canteloupe pieces at a more leisurely pace.
5. Surreptitiously place a chunk of canteloupe squarely on top of your head. When your mommy notices and looks at you like, "How did that get there?", look back at her complacently, as if wearing your food is a perfectly normal thing to do.

6. When you are content with your canteloupe consumption, flap your hands and say, "Uhhh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhh!" as a signal to your mommy that your second course is due.

7. When your Mommy deposits your French toast morsels in front of you, place a piece in your mouth and gum it slowly. Squint your eyes a bit and cock your head slightly, so that you appear to be weighing the merits of this dish.
8. After you have consumed several bites of toast, select a new piece and hold it in between your thumb and forefinger. Insert it partway into your mouth, making sure to dampen with saliva, then withdraw it from your mouth. Repeat this until the French toast morsel is limp and drippy. Lay it carefully on your high chair tray in case you want to return to it later.
9. Clutching a fresh piece of toast in your fist, squeeze tightly until food becomes a mushy pulp. Lower your head into your hands as if you just received some very bad news; then rub the toast-pulp into your eyes. Be sure to get your eyebrows very sticky.

10. Emit a clear burp to signal that you are satisfied.
11. Finish off your meal with some water from your sippy-cup. (I recommend the Playtex model with handles on both sides.) Lift the spout to your mouth and begin sucking desperately. Drink until you can't stand anymore, then lower the cup to your tray; gasp, pant, and dribble excess liquid onto your bib. Repeat this until your mommy takes the cup away. Regurgitate a portion of the water along with a little bit of your meal.
12. Await clean-up. When your mommy commences wiping you down with a wet paper-towel, make it fairly difficult for her to reach the body part she is attempting to clean. Emit quiet grunts of protest regularly. Whine and moan when your eyebrows are scrubbed.

This concludes our eating lesson. Of course, the twelve steps above aren't meant to be restrictive. Instead, I hope that they will inspire you with eating ideas of your own and lead to wonderful meal-time adventures. (Just try any one of these at your next dinner party, and see if they don't.) Thanks for reading along, and happy dining!

(DISCLAIMER FROM THE MOMMY: Although these events have been humorized, they are all based on fact and should not be assumed to be exaggeration or invention. The photographs included in this post were not staged.)

An Outing

This past Wednesday, my darling hubby took me on a special, all-day date. Dave's Christmas gift to me was a pair of tickets to the Tony-award winning musical The Light in the Piazza, currently playing at the Kennedy Center. I was so excited for January 3rd to arrive: imagine, a whole day out with my husband and a chance to see a show again! (The last time we went to the theater was two years ago, which seems like a long while to me.) And when the day finally came, all my hopes were met or exceeded!

After dropping Meg off at Mom's house in the morning, we headed for Georgetown and enjoyed a delicious brunch at La Madeleine. We arrived at the Kennedy Center nice and early so we could explore a bit. The day was sunny and beautiful, though decidedly unJanuary-like. We made our way up to the terrace and enjoyed amazing views, both of the D.C. area (Rosslyn, Georgetown, the mall) and of low-flying planes preparing to land at Reagan.

Back inside, we headed toward the Opera House, where the doors were about to open for the matinee. Of course, we stopped to snap a few pics along the way. I remember being awed by the Hall of Nations when I first saw it on my second-grade field trip. It is still an impressive place and hard to do justice by photograph. The flags are truly gigantic:

Here's a view of the main lobby from the second balcony, where our seats were.

The show was wonderful. A simple but intriguing story, beautiful score--subtle in many places, soaring in others--and outstanding performances. Although I must say, this one is probably not for those who like their musicals light and happy. The Light in the Piazza has some rather dark spots. But we enjoyed it nonetheless. I wish I could give you a taste of the show itself, but of course, photography and recording is prohibited, etc., etc. I have to settle, therefore, for sharing some shots of the Opera House interior, taken before the show and during intermission. Here is the stage, shown with the curtain down, as it was when we entered. That's intended to be the city of Florence, by the way, to set the... well, the setting.

The house itself, from our seats:

And the ceiling centerpiece, a series of chandeliers, gorgeous in effect though definitely late-60's in design:

After the show, we stopped off at Afterwords Cafe, a dinner-and-dessert spot that we always enjoy. I love their catfish. We spent the meal talking about the play--what we liked, what we did and didn't understand, what we might have changed if it was up to us, and of course, what we noticed about the lighting and other technical elements! (You don't ignore these things when you're married to a sound engineer turned audio/lighting/video guru!) At last we headed homeward to pick up our precious baby girl from her Nana's house, deposit her in her own beddie-bye, and hit the sack ourselves.

It was a lovely day, my Love, and one I will remember for a long time to come! Thank you so much for planning a day to bless me and visiting the world of theater with me. I love you more than you even know!