Durian to the rescue Or: oatmeal in july fiasco

it was not the teeth. baby has teething pains, but it’s mostly the boredome. she is so young and so quickly is so jaded.

i brought her the morning offering, already expecting her to throw them, or crunch themvor throw and crunch and squeeze AND run it all through her hair. my little angel has this funny expression . she reminds me of Alec Baldwin playing Trump on SNL. so yes, she is smart, and cute, vut why...WHY can’t she eat those eggies?!?!

i tried oatmeal with banana and vanilla flavovred formula. she threw this away. it tastes like a milkshake! how could she not like that?!?!

after breaky, we went walkies. we went shopping. today sophia saw frogs at the seafood aquariums. she was not impressed. but the durian fruit caught her eye.

I hate durian! the smell is like puke that was warmed up in a poorly cleaned dormroom shared microwave. but we baught a some.

my baby loved the sickly creamy puss that makes up this abomination. we spread this gunk on bread and she just loved it. oooooh that smells bad.

wish i could get her interested in better stuff. maybe hummus. After the only mediterrenean restaurant here closed, i was left, perhaps the best hummus maker in wuhan..