We've been busy lately doing spring things. No illnesses per se have hit us, but Greg did sprain his ankle on Monday night. He was helping our daycare provider's husband move a playset and he just stepped wrong.

Of course, that was the same night he got our lawnmower back just for the night from the repair/tuneup place, so I went out and mowed the yard. I like mowing, as long as it isn't hot, and it wasn't this night. Good thing, too, because it took forever. There was an awful lot of grass in our yard (and weeds, and dandelion blooms, and dog poop, since a popular walking route runs alongside our house).

Greg has been limping around the house and work ever since and he says it doesn't feel better. Sigh. We must be cursed or something.

Julia is having adventures in food. She'll be nine months old tomorrow and she's experiencing new food flavors almost every day. Yesterday, she had baby lasagna for the first time. She voted no to the noodles and yes (or at least OK) to the sauce.

Her favorites (besides the plain fruits, of course) are the fruit/meat combinations. Mmm-mm. Ham with apples. Chicken with pears. Chicken with apples. Beef with carrots--of course that's not a fruit, but carrots are sweeter, so you'd think she'd be OK with it. Nope. It's not fruit and she knows it. And it's amazing how much orange baby food can stain a bib and clothes.

And so much is orange--carrots, sweet potatoes, squash, beef with carrots, garden vegetables (carrots, potatoes, peas all together), peaches, peaches with mango, mango with apples, you name it. Am I making any of you hungry?

Well, consider this. Orange baby food leads to orange baby poop. I'm going to just leave that thought there, thank you very much. Have a good day!