Her Love of Fine Foods

Now that she's crawling, Ava - my darling girl - will pick up all sorts of random "bits" from the kitchen floor and promptly stick them directly into her mouth. Garlic peels, escaped peas ("escapeas"?), a ribbon of shredded carrot, a forgotten bacon crumble. What I find hysterical, though, is the look of confusion and concern she throws my way when I offer her a Cheerio. As if I've lost my mind.