Broccoli, that is. I gave Bella some leftover broccoli at lunch, thinking it would be automatically ejected, and was surprised that she ate one piece after another after another. That’s my girl.
In the Scott household, broccoli is a holiday necessity. Always served with holiday sauce (that’s hollandaise to the more culinary astute). I remember one Thanksgiving when my poor mom thought she’d do something different. You’d have thought she’d suggested we leave off the turkey! I doubt there are many households where all of the children fight to get to the last piece of broccoli. Looks like ours might be another in the making.
Also, Isabella has a new game.
This afternoon I looked up to see that she was holding onto the side of the coffee table and squatting, standing, squatting, standing.
I started to say, “Down, up! Down, up!” whenever she squatted. She started to laugh. And a game was born.
Later, after her nap, I said, “Down,” and she squatted. She remembered. We’ve played it a couple of times today. Sometimes I initiate, by saying, Down…” and waiting for her to squat. Sometimes she initiates by squatting and watching to see if I’ll say, “Down!”
Uproarious laughter every time.