Funny how a change of scenery can do wonders for a girl's appetite. Since arriving at Grandma's house, Elisa has steadily eaten her way across new continents of food: black olives, bologna, chex cereal, turkey noodle soup, brownies...all tried with excitement and approved with requests for seconds and thirds and fourths. Sometimes the requests are granted; she downed almost a bowl full of sliced olives. But as in the case of the brownie, I told her to go ask Grandma for another one. When mom returned to the kitchen, Elisa scurried over and began a long, rambling speech which clearly ended with her pointing to the brownie pan. That's my girl.
Who can blame her for being such a chowhound here? Grandma's cooking is delicious and the highchair affords Elisa a wonderful view of the open kitchen and living room--not to mention the large picture window overlooking the deck. So, naturally she's been very content to sit and eat and enjoy her meals, especially dinnertime with the whole crew. We've pulled her up to the table and ditched the tray for a real "sit at the table" approach. And this social butterfly loves the attention. Mia and her traded bites last night, giggling and devouring each other with their eyes. If there was any doubt, Elisa has clearly found her role model in her cousin. Hopefully some day they will be the ones cooking up a storm for us as we relax around the table. I can dream, right?
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