Anya likes her some oatmeal, oh yeah. I take a mug of oatmeal in the car on the way to work each day, and often I will give Anya some. I’ve never, however, given her some oatmeal of her very own. This morning Anya looked at me and said, “Yo, Mom, I want oatmeal. Why don’t you put it in that groovy frog bowl Auntie Kimmie gave me?”

I thought this sounded like a great idea, so I made up a wee batch of oatmeal and put it in her groovy frog bowl and gave it to her along with the matching froggie-green spoon. Anya dug in. I helped a little by spooning some into her mouth from time to time and by giving her helpful hints linke, “Don’t blow raspberries when you’ve got oatmeal in your mouth.” Soon the bowl was empty, and Anya had worked up such an appetite eating her oatmeal that she needed a bottle.