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I’m inching toward table food with Olivia. The last two nights, I’ve been able to process what we’re having for dinner and share it with her. While the herbs and spices are new (and, I’ve decided, impossible to introduce one at a time), the only real “first” in recipe for pasta with sweet potatoes and leeks are the leeks. And the garlic. (And, okay, the pasta, but really, that’s just semolina–who’s allergic to that?) I did hold the Parmesan–you have to draw the line somewhere.

Despite her usual trepidation, she warmed to the dish.

Eventually.

Every once in a while, I’ll decide that I’m going to rock Olivia asleep, like I did Ava for the first year (okay, the first two years) of her life.

Olivia will have none of it. She wants to be put down awake, with only her pacifier and tiny blanket. She rolls over, snuggles up and goes to sleep almost immediately.

Gramma, though, has the touch.

Olivia tried Grampa Great’s rotisserie chicken this weekend. This will be a poultry highlight for her, as all future bird will pale in comparison.

I’m not ready for this.

A sweet, sleeping baby…