good taste

You have to understand, I get more excited than most about peanuts and peanut butter; that's why our house had a carnival-like feel this afternoon as June consumed her first pb&j. Imagine that, her first one. If she's anything like me, it will be her first of many. Not quite as exciting as her first breath or steps, but in the same ballpark. So far, she's two for two in the "not spitting out the foods that dad treasures" category. She's already an avid oatmeal eater, she had it this morning, in fact, and assuming this trend continues, soon she'll be eating coney dogs from Lafayette and meatloaf from her Nana.