Learning By The Way

So I heard from our friends (via a story retold by Raquel) about how their baby, a couple weeks younger than Margary, doesn’t sit that well during dinner. The quotable from that baby’s big sister, Katherine, was “He not sits.” The quote has been adapted for our own circumstances as we struggle to keep Margary at least crouched in her seat through at least parts of the meal. “Margary, sit! Good girl. Stay!” we say. Repeatedly. And then toward the end of the meal, finally someone will say in sad exasperation, “She no sits.”

Margary climbing onto the table

I know that sounds like song lyrics. It’s not. Yesterday my dear son who will remain unnamed but who’s name rhymes with “eater”, left a teeny tiny bottle of blue food coloring hanging around in places that it had no business being. I heard a gasp, and turned to see that my dear, sweet Margary Rose was blue from the nose down, and from her hands up to her elbows, and large portions of her feet and legs. I immediately took her to the bathroom sink to wash her off, and sent Elsie to get the camera. But I forgot that when my dear, sweet Margary Rose had yanked the camera off the edge of the desk earlier, the memory card disappeared and has yet to reappear from whatever dark recesses of the blessing room it has flown to. So there are no pictures of my blue imp. After much washing in the bathroom sink, the marks had faded to a pretty baby blue. They finally all came off after a soak in a warm bath last night.

While we had a blue baby crawling around the house, Raquel filled me in on all sorts of taste bud information, such as the statistics about what portion of the population are considered supertasters. Why did this come to her mind you might ask? Go look.