Sunday Breakfast

I am pretty pleased with myself right now. When we got downstairs Hari and I asked Colin what he wanted for breakfast.

He first asked for a squeezy (puréed apples and peaches), then I gave him some sausage, and he finished by requesting milk.

Pretty nutritious, and he was completely satisfied. He could have been asking for donuts or some crappy, sugar-laden, artificially colored abomination. He didn't. And while his diet is nowhere near perfect, I am pretty darned pleased.

I guess we're doing something right!