I just love this picture. A perfect peach, accompanied by some organic dates dusted with oat flour. The girls would eat this for an afternoon snack any day. And why wouldn't they?
Last night at dinner, Uncle endured umpteen rounds of Elise's rendition of "Happy Birthday", which included "happy birthday to you, rice and beans" and "happy birthday to you, salad". I fear the girls got my love of singing, accompanied by my total lack of ability. Abby counted to 12, flawlessly. Then when Gran suggested a different song, Abby informed her that it was "no good song". Translation from baby caveman talk to English: "Not a good song". Life certainly is a peach. A peach followed by s'mores for dessert. Perfection.