I'll Take Another One With Curly Hair and Don't Forget the Skippy

My kids are very scheduled. In general, we do the same thing every day at the same time each day. They love it.

Strike that.

I love it. (But I am working on it, right Amy??)

One of the parts of our days-we call it lunch-possesses little or no variety.
Peanut Butter and Honey Sandwiches (sometimes mustard-ew.)
String Cheese
Fruit Snacks (My attempt at getting my children's teeth to fall out one by one. That way we don't have to pay for braces later.)
And some sort of cracker: Goldfish, Cheez-its, whatever we may have.

I had yummy Peanut Butter filled pretzels for them one day. I put some in a bowl with a spoon for Nate the Great (don't ask-he is a weird 3-year old) and dumped a handful on Lucy's high chair tray. I had to do a little bit of work on my laptop so I sat on the couch and we all watched Little Bear together. I had my back to the kids and kept hearing a funny sound. When I got up to check it out, I had to laugh.

See, I had given Lucy these:

Can you see their yummy goodness? Oh the pretzel! Oh the peanut butter!
I have decided that almost anything that has peanut butter in the middle makes it complete perfection. In fact, I am going to order my next baby peanut butter filled. I think that is what my two current models are lacking.


When I got over to Lucy's tray, I found this:

Peanut Butter Sucking Vampire Baby!
I don't know how she did it but she cracked open each Peanut Butter Filled Pretzel like an egg and got the peanut butter out of it.

She is such a Funny Little Goose.