So, I'm trying to follow the suggestion to encourage my kids to be independent. Its so messy. I usually do let Theo go for it, but yogurt has been under my control until this week. I was preparing to feed Suvi carrots, when Theo got a horrible look on his face. I walked around the table to comfort him and Prec' reached out and touched something! Good girl. Eat those carrots.
I bought some raspberry tea to help with my female functions, but I'm too crabby to make it. I feel like an alien has taken hold of my innards; meanwhile a heavy, wet wool blanket has been planted on my brain. Go away, crabby hormones, come back gregarious, charitable sunshine of a dream girl (okay, maybe I am not that 'up' on a usual day, but I am close). I think my husband would welcome back the other Jenny with open arms. Wouldn't you? WELL?
Perhaps it is tea time.