Toads-in-the-Hole

Tonight's supper for Joel and me consisted of roasted lemon-and-rosemary chicken, risotto, melange of peas, and an imaginative, unhurried conversation about all of Joel's externship possiblities for his fourth year of medical school. While we chattered on about visiting strange and exotic places (like Minnesota), before we realized that Adelaide had blissfully napped the supper hour away. What a clever moment for our little daughter to choose to afford is an opportunity to remember what it was like for our relationship before we two became we three, as today is Adelaide's sixth month-old birthday.

Sixth months have come and gone ... It seems like years since we've known Adelaide. In fact, we can't really recall not knowing her. It's still difficult to describe the joy and pain of helping Adelaide into the world, and to find words that best capture our daily nuturing of her triumphs and limitations.

But, together tonight we all tried something new ... Something a little dangerous ... Bananas. Mashed to soup and delivered on a crooked finger, nothing was easier or more enjoyable.