Diva Girl

At dinner tonight, we went to Macaroni Grill. I brought baby food for the precious angels. They were to try their very first meat!! Turkey. And I also brought sweet potatoes. Maia didn't much care for the turkey, but she devoured the sweet potatoes, yelling-- literally-- at me for not going fast enough. She grabbed the spoon several times, flailed her little sweet potato covered hands in the air. I felt like I was feeding Whitney Houston or something. Maybe actually she was in the Elton John range of diva-dom. The table next to us was laughing at us and said "You really should feed that baby!" Sean was just being charming & adorable. I can see it now: whenever she's naughty, he's going to be sweet (and vice versa.)

Did I mention that I adore these little things?