First, let me address Lori's comment from a couple days ago: "The angel in that picture could not have shoved her sister! No way!" I think you and Andy and the kids should definitely stop by so you can get a dose of the Angry Lily. It's a rare thing, but a sight to behold.
Last night, we gave the girls some asparagus during dinner. Against all logical expectations, they really enjoyed it - so much so that we had issues because I didn't want to give them any more of mine. There's always a measure of self-satisfaction when they take to a new vegetable, especially one so delicious and perfect with hollandaise as asparagus. It's delusional, but when this happens, I can't help but mentally take the credit for it. Was it our presentation? Was the tiny morsel of limp greenery just too much to resist, stabbed as it was upon the tines of our fork? It's a win, so we'll take it.
The exciting sequel to this story arrived this morning, when their diapers were ripped open and we were assaulted with that oddity of gastrointestinal side-effects: asparagus pee. Our kids have asparagus pee! How freaking exciting is that?? Honestly, not really, probably, but I was thrilled. My understanding is that not everyone's urine reacts so noxiously with those benign looking spears; that it happens to the girls, then, is like finding out they've got your eyes, or nose, or receding hairline. They got our pee! What a wonderful world.
Day two hundred and eighty five.
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