The only possible explanation

Who eats breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner and (later in the evening) supper?

Lenny.

Ergo, Lenny must be a Hobbit.

QED.

This means that somehow our baby is not Homo sapiens sapiens, but rather Homo floresiensis, aka, a Hobbit.

Heave ho

Lenny decided to go all-you-can-eat at Mommy's Restaurant this morning. It ended with three projections onto Ariane before I took her and made the mistake of holding her facing me. Then, two more projections, one of which got into my face. Lenny of course put on her "Who, me?" face again and demanded to be fed.

The joys of parenthood smell curiously like stomach acid and curdled breast milk.

It's a long way...

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...to the nearest White Castle.

It's so far you have to zoom out, because I can't figure out how to embed it properly.

Red bananas

As promised, a full report on red bananas:

I had two. Simply put, they are delicious. Sweeter than regular boring bananas. I am buying more ASAP. I already have another plantain ripening on my counter.

I'm going to throw this out there

Ripe plantains (totally black) make regular ripe bananas taste like dirt. Plantains taste like Dreamsicle. I highly recommend going out and buying a plantain right now. If it's green, you may have to wait two weeks for it to ripen (seriously), but it will be well worth your time.

I just bought red bananas for the first time. Once they ripen and I eat them I will be back to file a full report.