
i suppose i admit it. she looks like her daddy.

my baby eats. i have never, NEVER had to convince her to eat. she eats until you take the food away from her, and if you do that too early there is hell to pay. i'm worried that she's already developing an unhealthy relationship with food, as a snack will cheer her up when nothing else will. she can eat an entire cereal bowl of peas and then hang on your pantleg and beg as you try to eat something yourself. did i mention that she is officially off the bottom of the charts. perhaps she has a tapeworm. a typical day for violet goes something like this: 5 am nurse, 7 am nurse, 730 whole organic banana, ice cube portion of wild blueberries, whole grain cereal, and cheerios. 800 beg while i eat breakfast. 10 am nurse. 1130am sweet potatoes with tofu and brown rice, boca sausage, whole wheat and millet bread. 12:00 beg while i eat lunch. 1:00 nurse. 2:00 goats milk yogurt with avocado and flax seeds, whole wheat and millet bread, bananas or grapes. 4:00 nurse. 5:00 peas and garbanzo beans with millet and coconut oil. and dinner from my plate. 730 nurse. she quite seriously eats enough to sustain a full grown man. yet she remains shrimpy.

conor and I get weirder by the day. One day we're trying to save a little money, and the next thing I know I'm looking up American communes. Seriously. conor wants some strange sustainable house. So I have decided to document what I want on my farm. This week: FAINTING GOATS. I shared the joy of the fainting goat with chiromum, who also wants them. She coined the term "scaredy cheese" which I find simply brilliant. For those of you who don't know the joy of the fainting goat, they have a condition which causes their body to freeze when startled, and they fall over. This will provide endless hours of sadistic fun for the Jensen kids.
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