Sweet Potatoes

Sweet potatoes are gross. I don't care if you put weird little marshmallows or brown sugar on them. They are still gross. And to be clear I never understood that anyway. Are you trying to make a veggie dessert? Because I'm not buying it. Aunt Erin (HAPPY BIRTHDAY) eats sweet potatoes, but then Erin will try anything. We were always getting in trouble about Erin clearing her plate. But I'm not bitter. So, even though it was a stage 1 food, I skipped it. I mean, their potatoes, how good can they really be for you? If fries were good for you, my jeans would fit. So, yesterday I gave Clare sweet potatoes. It was entertaining. She was really into them. She has learned to make a spitting sound as I put the spoon in, which results in her spitting sweet potatoes all over me, her outfit and her high chair. Charming, to say the least. So I whipped out the video camera to capture her newest "trick". Instead, she decided that maybe she would make less of a mess if she fed herself. Hence the 5+ minute video. So, if you are super bored at work, I hope you enjoy.
Reason #43 You Know Your A Mom When: You favorite (and I mean favorite) plastic Ikea drink shaker is no longer clean every evening awaiting it's primary purpose to shake pomegranate juice and vodka together because it has become the babies bath cup. As in the cup you use to pour clean water over the baby after her bath. Maybe it's gross that I even would consider using said cup. However, it's huge (which is why I love it) and works really well. It even has a little spout to help you pour (you clearly must understand why I love it).
Random Point # 3: I've been negligent in my duties in discussing my child's favorite person. This person is the friend she says good morning and good night to. She coos and smiles at them ever time she sees them. The love of her life. It is Mr. Light. The dining room light is her favorite person in the whole house. Even when she's really crabby, she will make "pretty eyes" as Grandma calls them, at the light. Loves it. So we've nicknamed it Mr. Light. He has soundly beat the pants off of Mr. Fan. What can I say? Clare is a fickle girl. It used to be that Mr. Fan was the thing she looked forward to everyday. The only issue with Mr. Fan is that he's in our bedroom and I lay her on the bed while I get dressed after my shower. I think she started looking at Mr. Fan because it was awkward. I mean, I was getting dressed. It was like a girl's locker room. You know, where you stare at the locker and have perfected the bra-change-under-your-shirt move. So, her love affair with Mr. Fan may have started in an attempt to not be shocked at the size muffin top I roll with. (FYI to any boys reading: Girl's Locker Rooms are not like in the movies, EVER. We do none of the things you have ever seen in ANY movie). I just wanted you all to know of her new favorite friend Mr. Light in case she would decide to introduce you (just don't tell Mr. Fan).
P.S. Again with the comments. Since we've seen an uptick in the # of comments, the new way must be easier. All you have to do is select name/url and enter in the name column who you are and then leave a comment. Hope that helps. I will write more later.