The Saddest Baby Ever

This is the face of a starving child. I cannot cook dinner fast enough.On the menu tonight, bratwursts, steamed cabbage, cucumbers, and tomatoes.  Almost all homegrown around these parts. And now I must waddle with a crying fifteen month old attached to my pants back to the stove.

Dinnertime, Part II

I’ve been thinking more about our predicament with Elvis, and the thing is, even if we gave him his way and let him not eat dinner, the child would still be one of the crankiest little saps on the planet. He is thoroughly crabby. I am rather certain that the glass will always be half-empty … More Dinnertime, Part II