I knew it was love when....

Matt gave up peanut butter for me. Okay, maybe there were a few other signs, but this was a pretty big sacrifice for a bachelor that was living on McCain frozen pizzas, hot dogs and a lot of peanut butter. Now at least half of our household is allergic to all things nutty, and the continental breakfast at the Holiday Inn Express - complete with bagels and peanut butter - has actually become a "perk" of Matt's job. Until today. No longer does he have to travel 1482 miles away from us for a taste of peanut-y goodness because we have found...Soy Butter. All the flavour of peanut butter (apparently), made in a nut-free factory.
This morning I suggested spreading a little bit of the stuff on one of Liam's slivers of toast, just so he could give it a try. But apparently that is not how peanut butter is meant to be enjoyed. It goes more like this:

Step 1: Align finger with jar. Eyeball your mark.


Step 2: Insert finger as far as possible.


Step 3: Remove finger. Observe.


Step 4: Delight in sticky nature of substance. (He's 1, after all.)


Step 5: Enjoy.


Step 6: Go for the double dip.


Good stuff.
At least one of our kids is getting some culinary enjoyment. Over the last couple of days poor Sarah has been more than a little uncomfortable after she eats. We've got a few burping techniques up our sleeves by now, but more often than not she is a burpless baby. Which, by default, makes for a lot of "Lower Wind" and a workout for her lungs as those bubbles make their descent from "Upper" to "Lower." Even still, she is cute as can be, and every day makes more of the transition from Small-Pink-Blob-That-Sleeps-Eats-And-Poops-All-Day to Slightly-Less-Small-Slightly-Less-Pink-Slightly-Less-Blobish-Little-Person-That-Is-Sometimes-Alert-But-Mostly-Sleeps-Eats-Cries-And-Poops-All-Day. And night. And we love her.
Here are some pictures from Tummy Time a couple of days ago.

Hard to know for sure, but we think those blue eyes are going to stay that way!