my soupee!

because cybele is the baby, that is, because she's our third, we let her get away with murder. in part that's cus we're too experienced (worn down) as parents to sweat the little stuff with her like we have in the past. hence, we don't worry if she pees her pants, for example, and as a consequence of being allowed to 'fly without a net' so much, she is virtually completely potty trained and she's not yet 2 1/2, which seems pretty precocious to me. we also let her make a complete mess of her food when she eats, meaning that she should be competent at feeding herself sooner too. still waiting on that gambit to pay off. it wouldn't be so bad, but cybele LOVES SOUP. i think it kinda started as a 'sauce' fascination, begun at a Bob Evan's somewhere in Appalachia this past summer, when mary lent cybele some gravy, which the baby put on her macaroni and cheese. and, uhh, she loved it. now she loves anything she can identify as "my soupee", and will eat pretty much any kind of soup, as long as it not too 'picey. she expects there to be some at every meal besides breakfast. such a little peasant. if there is broccoli around, she likes to soak it in her soup and then suck the soup liquid out of the floret. i think it's a little gross. but she pulls it off.