Vegan baby

Jim and I worried about what meat would do to Fiona's already stinky diapers and blissfully regular "habits," so it was with hesitation we introduced her to turkey. After all it was Thanksgiving and what American baby shouldn't take part in the traditional, colonial deep fried bird? We cheated since frying takes place in a vat of peanut oil--a no-no for babies under a year due to potential allergic reaction- and opted for the safer Gerber all-in-one feast--meat, peas, potatoes, carrots, and squash pureed into one neat 4oz jar. I thought it sounded too good to be true...too good to, well, be good, and I was right. Rejected. Fiona's pretty open to new flavors. She may react with dramatic pucker or classic wet dog but it's not often she out maneuvers mommy's heat seeking, heaping spoon unless she really dislikes something. Cranberries produced a pucker, a shake, but she came back for more; mashed potatoes, a little odd, a little slow but apparently worth trying a few bites. Turkey puree dinner was a definitive "no." We give thanks her diapers remain vegan.

We kicked off her premier holiday season with visits from great grandpa Al followed by nana Joan & grandpa Bill. I got my first taste of managing monster baby, working, house guests, and meal preparation. Oh, and our house is for sale so at any minute an agent can call to say they're coming over to show. "Are you cleaned up?" they ask. That's why I've been an absentee blogger lately. I've been cleaning cobwebs I guess never noticed and pretending our mirrors are smudge proof.

Here's our little devil, rolling through Nevada City on Sunday afternoon.

Typically town is decked out in holiday cheer, but as of the weekend only parking meters were festive.