Food is good.

Nothing like a hearty breakfast of egg yolk, blueberries (in mesh pouch), cheerios and a TJ's cereal bar.



And a tale from our trip to Duluth: we went out for lunch and ordered Sammy a kids' chicken quesadilla meal, which oddly enough came with fries and applesauce (Toto, we are *not* in Texas anymore). We ordered an extra applesauce for Freddie, figuring he'd eat a piece of Sammy's quesadilla. As it turns out, Sammy ate his applesauce, a few bites of his churrito and nibbled on his quesadilla. In contrast, Freddie ate the remainder of the quesadilla, all his applesauce, a side of beans off my plate, half a dozen chips and a good handful of baby puffs. It's no wonder he's Babyzilla.