I say "tomato," you say "num num num," I say "potato," you say "num num num"

Over the last two weekends we've visited both sets of Clara's great grandparents. We'll make a post about that soon, here's a food related post to tide you over...



Today Clara and I had spaghetti for lunch. It was the first time she had had cut up pasta from us rather than from a jar of baby food. (Her tomato allergy has either gone away or wasn't a tomato allergy...)


I think seeing a bunch of noodles half in and half out of Clara's mouth is one of the funniest things I've seen since becoming a "stay at home dad." So did she like it?






I'd say that's a big yes!