Who You Call’n “Peanut?”

The last six weeks have been sort of remarkable for Eden.  She woke up one morning and realized she was hungry.  That day, I fed her a bannana.  Two apples.  Six ounces of oatmeal.  She took a nice nap and asked me, “What’s for lunch?”

She carried on like that, four or five times a day, even a few times at night.  Then she started waking up because she was soaking her diapers.  Why?  Because the size 2′s that were too big on her when I bought them could no longer contain the flood from her kidneys. 

Speaking of flood, I’d put pants on her and about six inches of ankle would show and I COULD NOT HELP MYSELF. 

“Hey, where’s the flood??” I’d ask, and she’d laugh.  And then tell me to shut up and bring on the chicken pie.

Sweet potatoes, green beans, squash.  Mango, yogurt, pineapple.  Beef stew.  Apple sauce.  Always with the freaking apple sauce.  Constant runs back to the market for more because what I expected to last a week didn’t last a day.

And you know, it’s funny.  I think I’m starting to see maybe a little difference in her.  Take a hard look and tell me whether she seems any different to you.

 

Then …

 

August 7, 2009

August 7, 2009

Now …

 

November 24, 2009

November 24, 2009

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