Britta awakes on play school days and announces, "I will be very brave today." She washes down her customary muffin-and-peanut-butter breakfast with a slug of grapefruit and cranberry juice and then she's ready to leave.
When Britta returns from play school or Seeds, she often stops by Daddy's work to show him what craft she has made, to the oooh's and awww's of twenty big kids.
Elsa is determined to not taking the changing seasons laying down. She has the wandering heart and now crawls from place to place. It took her a couple weeks to work out the forward momentum thing, because she could lift her baby booty off the ground but her muscular arms overpowered her legs and she would slide backwards across the laminate floor. Kristine was putting Britta in the bath one evening and returned to find Elsa behind the couch, cooing away and eating a fresh crop of dust-bunnies. Yes, Elsa is a taster of the most committed sort.
Elsa loves pear. Without a doubt, it is her favourite food. She will eat a half a pear in one sitting, and anything that doesn't make it into her mouth (or lap) is mashed into oblivion when she excitedly hammers her high chair top with open hands. BOOM - BOOM - BOOM! Ai-ai-ai-ai-mum-mum-mum.
About the only thing that Elsa will not put in her mouth is ground bison. She might be a vegetarian, eek! I suspect it is more a deep resentment of the spoon, or rather, that mom or dad is wielding the spoon and she is not master of her own mastication. In truth, if she can reach the spoon handle she will guide it into her own mouth with enough vigor that I cringe in fear of a choking incident.
Elsa is also a born grazer. In the wild world outside the window is the field of clover she longs to roam and delight in. (It would be more grass than clover if I would spray to keep the clover at bay - but it seems enough to keep the yard mowed without looking for work.) Elsa eats grass by the fistful. Her fistful, then Britta's fistful.
Yes, Britta is a doting sister, who finally has a responsive baby who will really consume food, unlike the dolls who merely pretend to drink tea and eat plastic food. Britta will gather things to nibble on for Elsa so every adventure outside satiates Elsa's appetite and leads to a bowel movement that looks like a cow-pat.
