After Maddy rejected the matzo I offered her yesterday, she ended up eating chunks of margarine off the end of a (dull butter) knife. I stood there, drinking my coffee, and feeding her knife-fuls of margarine for breakfast.
Oh, so sad. Parenting at its very best.
Even sadder? This morning, as I was absentmindedly spreading margarine on my matzo to have with my coffee, I looked down to see Maddy standing there, arms slack at her sides, mouth open, waiting for her margarine.
Oh well.
There's one that's NOT for the baby book.
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