the bean got her first PB&J over the weekend.
as with most of the milestones i jump for joy over, this probably doesn't sound like a biggie. but peanut butter is one of those things you aren't supposed to give to wee ones until a certain age due to possible allergies. some folks say a year, some a year and a half, some wait until two. but i found myself sharing my reese's fro-yo with the bean a couple of weeks ago and realized that if she wasn't breaking out in hives or anything, it must be okay to start.
and start we did! she still isn't quite sure of it, but she gave it a go and ate a few little squares of sandwich.
"what the hell IS this, mom?"
"fine, i'll give it a try."
"hey, it isn't bad! thanks, mom."
this weekend also found us taking down all of our christmas decorations. while the hub went out with the ladder to take down the lights, the bean had fun helping me put away all of the ornaments from the tree.
she was rockin' her brand new converse shoes that i found on clearance.
of course, the strands of lights that i unwound and carefully rewound into coils were like a magnet for little hands. um, and mouth.
our tree was surprisingly not as dried-out as we'd expected, despite of the heater running constantly. but damn, it made a mess when i moved it.
and then later that night, as she played in her rose tree cottage (and tore it apart, ha), i damn near peed my pants when i looked over and saw her just kickin' it.
in the toy box.
obviously, she thought it was funny too. oh yes, we're teaching her early to be able to laugh at herself. you grow up less bitter and angry that way.