This photo was taken at 7:30 this morning. Clearly, I am very tired. Maybe it is because Dave decided to sand the newly taped/plastered walls, thereby creating more dust than Oklahoma in our bedroom making it so no human can sleep. I was driven to sleep on the couch.......with a Beans and a Biscuit. Biscuit did not get enough sleep, too. Beans slept very nicely----she hogged most of the couch. (No, I will not kick them off the couch. They were once abandoned puppies alone at the shelter. I do not want them to draw from their memory box.)

This photo highlights Greta's keen tinkering skills. We call this play station her "Laboratory." She does most of her research and thinking here. She has conducted many experiments, testing the velocity and volume of her pacifier, as well as the softies-static dynamic of her raggie. You can tell that she is very focused on her work.

So the oatmeal did NOT work out. We had the same reaction: Screaming and a sore fanny. This does NOT mean constipation. It means, "Who the F*** gave me this SH*T food that is making my tummy hurt?!?!!?" Needless to say, that was the end of that.

Today, we tried sweet potatoes. Organic. Seasonal. Made with love by Momma. I hope she does not react how she did with the cereal. Greta received a very nice pep talk from her buddy Tyler Houk. He told her, "The sweet potatoes are the bomb and they help make the poopies come out." I'm taking his word on this one.

Greta loved the sweet potatoes. (I love watching her eat....her little baby dinosaur tongue gets pushed through her little sweet lips as she tries to "chew" her food.) She also enjoyed her sweet potato dining experience because she was wearing her first piece of Detroit Red Wing gear from her Great-Great Aunties from Canada. And How! (This might be a good time to start grooming her on the dangers of dating hockey players.)