Vegetarians and mosquitoes

Ada is slowly turning me into a vegetarian. She has started bawk-bawk-bawking every time we eat chicken in a low, slow way to herself as she turns her fork over and over again in her small hands. It's like she's thinking hard about the fact that what she's eating used to have feathers and flap around. I'm sure I'm giving her nearly 20-month-old brain way too much credit here. Regardless, the reminder is a little much at the dinner table (or maybe just what we need?)

The mosquitoes are still in full swing at our house. Ada calls them bees and thinks it's delightful to watch them fly around in the sunlight, making their small bodies glow. I've been pretty good at arming us against the blood-suckers, but realize that their new favorite sweet spot on Ada is where I don't put bug spray: right around her eyes. She has two bites in her eyebrows and a few right below her eye. Poor girl.

When I pointed this out to Mikey he commented that Ada must have "Mommy's blood" (my ankles and feet are covered). "Daddy's blood gives mosquitoes the 'bitter beer face.'"

these photos are completely unrelated to this post. Here's Miss Lou on the steps leading to the Library of Congress

We spent the morning there earlier this week in the Young Readers Room. An excellent find, indeed!

They both make me laugh so much. I think I'll keep them around for a while . . .