So, for two nights, Matthew and I played host to a bundle of cuteness - and energy! - whom we absolutely adore. There were no crying jags or temper tantrums - which we attribute to our good guncleness - just tons of special reading time, Tinkerbell DVDs, and hide-and-seek. Mia has trouble pronouncing certain consonants, which kept us in stiches the entire visit: "I'm not tree (three), I'm pour (four);" "May I be accused (excused)" and "the pooky porest (spooky forest - from her Dora Halloween book)."
|You're the best reader ever, Uncle Matthew!|
Thankfully, my not-so-friendly kid menu went down well. She particularly loves fruit, of which I had plenty on hand, so there was a back-up plan if nothing met her approval. And what's a visit to our home without a taste of my crumb bars - made with frozen blueberries that we picked over the summer - which she promptly wolfed down, just like the adults at the table:
|Thank you, Martha Stewart!|