doh.
Baby G adores blackberries. How do I know this?
Kidzilla has, lately, been sneaking into the backyard when I'm sleeping or showering, in order to help himself to the ripe blackberries. Apparently he abandoned one on the carpet under the edge of one of Baby G's corral-pillows (must have been there, since I couldn't see it when I set her down in her spot). She found it while I was pumping milk, and was very happily gumming it and smearing it all over her face and her clothes.
I couldn't see *what* she was eating from where I was sitting hooked up to the pump so I detached and hurried over, finding her with a huge grin and her fists full of blackberry juice and seeds.
Kidzilla has, lately, been sneaking into the backyard when I'm sleeping or showering, in order to help himself to the ripe blackberries. Apparently he abandoned one on the carpet under the edge of one of Baby G's corral-pillows (must have been there, since I couldn't see it when I set her down in her spot). She found it while I was pumping milk, and was very happily gumming it and smearing it all over her face and her clothes.
I couldn't see *what* she was eating from where I was sitting hooked up to the pump so I detached and hurried over, finding her with a huge grin and her fists full of blackberry juice and seeds.