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Dinner

This afternoon we went to Target, then a park, then the grocery store, and then we went out to dinner at one of the girls' favorite places, a soup and salad buffet. In the past we've always had baby food for Luke, but Luke is getting less and less enchanted with baby food, so I thought I would see what he could eat from the buffet.

Unfortunately, he was on a no new foods jag tonight. Actually, he was on a no old food jag as well. The problem seemed to be that he got hold of a spoon and wouldn't let go. He only wanted to eat things he fed himself on the spoon---but he definitely didn't have enough coordination to accomplish that. He made a big big mess, but I suppose that is how you learn. My favorite was when he carefully picked up a piece of sweet potato and put it in the spoon, then carefully picked up the piece again (in his fingers) to eat it. He knows the spoon is important, but he doesn't quite know how to work it.

Eleanor and Amanda both ate uncharacteristically well.

Getting the kids to bed was interesting. Michael is out of town, so I get 3 kids into bed between 6:45 and 8 pm. For the past 2 nights it wasn't a problem: Amanda wanted to go to sleep before Luke. Tonight they both wanted to go to sleep at 7. Amanda was louder, Luke was more easily pacified, so I got Amanda into bed (we only had to take off and put on her jammies twice), then Luke. While I was putting Luke to sleep, Eleanor made paper food for me: apples, sunflower seed bread, carrots and celery and dip... I got out of her room after reading one book (Mercy Watson Fights Crime) at about 8:15. Not too bad, but not something I want to do every day.

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