Remember how I was talking about what a good, adventurous eater Nora is? Thank God. Because this past month has been a tour de force of sugar. Between Susannah’s birthday, Nora’s birthday, P.J.’s birthday, Halloween parties, and Trick or Treat, it’s been a ridic month of sugar.
Here’s a smattering of what she ate since this weekend (and I’m not even including pix of the opera cream cake and oatmeal choco cookies my mother-in-law brought to town):
Have some cupcake cone with your purple?
I’m pretty sure you missed a spot.
Birthday morning baked apple cinnamon French toast with extra non-nutritional value!
Bat cookies from Sweet Mandy B’s are rather mandatory.
Cake pops from Auntie Chelly! (The grimace was because she wasn’t sure what exactly it was.) (She figured it out.)
The sheer determination inspires pride.
All I can say is thank goodness for meals like the one my sister Emma sent over (Colombian rotisserie chicken). And for hydration.
And dental insurance.
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