Baby Stew

Lola ate orzo for dinner tonight. And by "ate orzo" I actually mean "did everything with orzo EXCEPT eat it." Including, but not limited to, throwing it on the floor, rolling her cup around it in, scattering it across her tray, and (her very favorite) feeding it to me. When I gave her a bath tonight, all the little pieces of orzo from the cracks and crevices of her fingers, arms, and neck (and believe me, there are many) began to float to the surface of the bath (along with some other assorted food particles), creating a visual of exactly what it would look like if I decided to make some sort of baby stew.