Yesterday, folks, was Food Waste Friday.  Fear not, I did clean out my fridge.


The bowl was some chicken-ish soup I had thrown together a few weeks ago that Bitsy Girl didn’t particularly want to finish.  I don’t know how long it has been in the fridge, so it’s going.  The purple top container was some gravy when I made roast chicken.  Last paycheck.  So two weeks ago.  I’m not sure about the lifespan of gravy in the fridge, but I am not about to test it.

Below it is some turkey rice soup I had made (you can see a pattern here) that Bitsy Girl didn’t like much either.  I do try to re-introduce foods I make for the family at least once, but if she refuses it, I typically don’t push the issue.  She is a very good eater otherwise, and I am amazed sometimes at the things she loves.

Olives, for example.  Seriously, what 18-month-old loves olives?  Mine.

Finally, on the bottom was some leftover salad that I had sent with Beard to work for his dinner.  He has a hard time eating green things in general, and I think I just got over zealous and gave him a bunch, in hopes that the ranch dressing would cover up the taste enough.  It didn’t.  And then it sat in our fridge til I found it yesterday.  Ew.



I have been asked by a lot of people how it’s going with two children.  I ended up taking a short sequence of photos yesterday that I feel really exemplifies the sisterly relationship already developing between my girls:


The Mini Squish, just relaxing in her boppy.


Bitsy Girl, in a blur as usual, runs in for a hug.


Then a kiss on the nose.


Then I get a big grin from the Squishy Bean.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love having two little girls.

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