Well much to my delight, Maggie doesn't seem to be as finicky as Mommy or as fussed about dirt as Daddy.
Sweet peas, cauliflower, cheese and chicken – and she didn’t even throw any to the cats. That means she really likes it!
(The cats, by the way, have begun hovering under her chair at mealtime, as Maggie is usually obliging when she is finished or doesn’t like something and will toss it down. Who knew cats liked peas or ravioli? I guess beggars can’t be choosers … and they are certainly beggars.)
My girl is a really good milk drinker, too (just like her Mommy and Grandpa).
Oh, and don’t forget our love affair with watermelon. I have learned it is best to undress her first – it saves on the stain treating I have to do :)
Maggie is also a little food thief. She grabbed a couple of fries off my plate one day, then snatched green beans from Hubby's plate the other night when he wasn't looking. She is so related to her Uncle Danny :)