What we eat for dinner:

Vegetables. Piles of them. Our CSA share has started yielding in earnest. Tonight? Green salad, potato salad, and coleslaw. Skipper ate the potato salad, which was carefully designed to have no green in it, and she triumphantly announced "I ate vegetables! I am BIG now!"

Dutch, on the other hand, is starting to claim tastes that at least seem like mature palate preferences.* She doesn't like mayonnaise. She likes mustard greens. She likes pickles. She doesn't much care for chocolate, though she'll eat it if it's the only sweet on offer (but she prefers dark over milk). She prefers almond butter to peanut butter. She's going to have to learn to cook pretty soon, I think.

Also, Skipper is starting yet another childcare arrangement in September, at a preschool so awesome that the cook keeps a blog documenting the gorgeous, healthy food she prepares for the precious little ones. I really hope we can keep her there for the next three years, since the poor kid has gone through an awful lot of childcare arrangements for somebody who would really prefer no change at all. And if they can't get her to eat vegetables, nobody can.

* By which I mean "preferences that don't seem to be based on a toddler-like insistence on non-green foods, a common behavior that is probably the result of natural selection of kids who don't eat random plants they find on the savannah, but is still incredibly frustrating in spite of being perfectly rational and normal"