Living in Portland, I'm reluctant to admit that the peas were out of a baby food jar and not grown in my garden. After Rose's reaction, I had to give them a try. And I don't disagree with her. Warm, thick, jarred, pea mush is not yummy. Luckily, last night I decided to undertake making my own baby food for the first time (other than mashing up bananas, which were also not a bit hit). After Rose went to sleep, I baked an acorn squash and a sweet potato. Then I peeled them and hand mashed them with some water until my forearm was burning. I have to say, the end result looked pretty similar to the jarred mush I've been feeding Rose over the past few weeks. We'll find out tonight if it was worth the effort.
On Sunday, Rose spent the afternoon with Grandma and Grandpa Livingston. From the pictures that Roger took, it looks like everyone had a great time. Well, everyone except Scamper. (Note that Rose's obsession with her tooth has not subsided.)