Poor baby. I made her socialize all over the lower mainland today. Dragged her to brunch with redditors, think she enjoyed it. But then we should‘ve come home and kicked back. Instead, we stopped by my dad‘s then had dinner with my oma. Didn‘t get in until 11. Poor baby cried on the way home, despite me sitting next to her and trying everything short of leaning over and inserting a boob in her mouth. Sometimes it would be nice to have long floppy granny boobies, like milk telescopes.
It was wonderful for baby to visit with oma, her great grandmother. Oma was transfixed on her all evening. It was hilarious watching my 83 year old grandmother being whacked in the face (lightly) by my baby, grab the spoon in her teeth, growl at baby, baby laughs.
Baby tried tzatziki dip. Loved it. No yuck faces. Is her father‘s child with this early love of garlic.
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