Last night while BT was changing Vivi’s diaper, we noticed her chewing on something.  When we asked her what was in her mouth, she answered, “pea.”

EEEW!

I thought that a pea from dinner must have fallen into the waistband of her diaper during dinner.  But then as she sat on the couch with me while BT went to get her jammies, I discovered that Vivi had completely loaded up the pockets of her sweatshirt with peas from dinner and was thoroughly enjoying her nightime snack.  Even though it may make for a nasty laundry experience, I’m thankful that she’s resourceful.  It will serve her well throughout her life.

Black Bile.  That’s the only explanation I can offer up as to why I haven’t posted to the blog for a month and a half.   Whenever Heidi Ho (my sister) and I are in a BAD mood, we blame it on Black Bile.  Normally, an overdose of chocolate helps.  I’ve tried that.  Just yesterday I ate half a plate of brownies, and yet today I still just want to sit in my jammies and avoid contact with other members of the human race.  When my parental duties do force me to venture out to the grocery store or dentist or piano lessons, the fresh air and a bit of adult conversation do seem to help, but the black bile always returns.  Perhaps I haven’t eaten ENOUGH chocolate???  Maybe I stopped just shy of finding blessed relief from this funk and should have eaten the ENTIRE plate of brownies.