Blast from the Past

Genevieve had her second class today (last two weeks were cancelled due to snow and school break). This class we sat around in a circle and sang songs with lots of various hand movements. Some of the kids even watched. Most of the kids were either trying to force down the baby gate to the hallway and to freedom or were trying to figure out the best way to destroy whatever was within his or her grasp. The project today was taking stamps, stamping them onto a (non-toxic) ink pad, and then stamping them onto paper. I'm proud to say that at no point did Genevieve lick the ink pad.

I brought in the class snack of string cheese and grape juice. Half the moms were very pleased, the other half were definitely unwilling to give such a thing to their own children. Which brings me to my tangent of the day: if your child is over a year old and the most complex thing he/she eats is some pre-packaged baby food product, you then forfeit your right to ever complain if your child becomes a picky eater. You know what Genevieve had for dinner last night? Beef tongue. And she liked it. Especially when Danny smothered it with ketchup.

If you are wondering about the title of this entry, I will explain now. For those of you that have been wondering if Genevieve still has poops so massive that the contents have no choice but to blow out the side, wonder no more. I just finished giving her a bath. The clothes are in the wash. She looks like she lost weight.