Doe Eyed

Here's an interesting method of feeding I might adopt if Betty continues her current blasé attitude about food. Kidding! (I've remarked to Steele several times that I feel less like I'm feeding a baby than an orphaned woodland creature, who might at any moment make a run for the forest).



Here's what Betty looks like by 8:00 p.m. on days when she has too much fun at day care and goes without napping.