Food Fugitive

Natesy won’t eat.  Honestly.  He weighs 20 pounds and he’s still on an almost pure liquid diet. We started with the requisite rice cereal.  Glue. Pears?  Yawn. Bananas?  Uh, uh. Mangoes?  No go. Sweet potatoes!  Yucky. We’re on week 2 of butternut squash.  They’ve had some luck getting a few…

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Just

I spend a lot of time making sure Baby Nate is not in harm’s way.  Harm being another name for his enthusiastic and sometimes spastic, loving and roaring older sibling. “Jakey, are you being careful?” “I just rubbing him.  I just rubbing Baby Nake.” “Gentle.  Gentle.  Jacob, no jumping around…

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