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Three times a day, every day


Originally uploaded by awamiba.

Gregory is getting to that age where he doesn’t want to eat in the highchair much anymore. He’d rather sit at the table. Half-way through every meal, he starts to leap out of his chair (his feet on the tray), diving straight at me, food on his every limb. I attack back with wipe in hand, trying to cover as much ground as possible before he actually lands in my arms. Lately he’s taken to growling and roaring as loud as he can when he’s getting ready to leap. It’s really cute.


I am a wife, mother, all around volunteer, and organizer of all that is around me. No, really, it is pathological, I can't help it. If you need help, you ask me, I help. I have a few chronic illnesses that try their hardest to slow me down, but my brain is the Energizer Bunny of brains and it demands that I try to do everything and try new things and keep going all the time. So here I am, blogging about it all.