Perhaps in response to my last post, LD's garden offered up the first of the season's vegetables. We scrubbed and chopped the early greens and gave thanks that dinner would not be the typical end-of-a-busy-week choice between quesadillas or pasta in jarred marinara. Sweet peas and cauliflower are coming soon.
Unfortunately for Wow, his most recent pediatrician stats are being compared to LD's garden, and the little guy is coming up short. Literally. He's back in the 40th percentile for height and LD wants to know if I've been taking my prenatal vitamins. Good grief. I think the fact he's in the 60th percentile for weight speaks highly of the mama milk factory, a factory that's been operating in double-time.
Other things-that-grow updates include the four loads of clean laundry that, by Friday morning, were blocking entry into both the bathroom and Munch's room. Someone around here has entered the extra fun "blow out poop" stage of development, meaning I put on a load of laundry almost every day. And although I am happy to report that by the end of the week this family hit a comfortable stride in our new routine, it was still a routine that did not allow for much pilfering through the laundry, much less putting it away.
So on Friday morning I dropped my daughter off at school wearing this-