Table scraps

Opah!
Josie crossed off two cuisines this weekend while in Birmingham (aka The Big Salty) celebrating her Grammy's birthday. She ate Greek and Thai within a 24-hour span.
We had birthday dinner at DoDiYos in Homewood kind of late — at least for people now accustomed to eastern time — but Josie was fine as long as there was food. There was bread with a garlicky feta spread and pita and hummus. After she got bored with it, she ran hummus through her fuzzy locks and "combed" them with the pita slices. Bizarre!
There was also roast chicken and potatoes. Seared grouper over truffle risotto. And salad. Yep. She's a crumbsnatcher, for real.
We'd give her food. I swear! Things she could eat that were cut or mashed into appropriate bits. But quickly, she discovered everything is better when snatched directly off Mommy's or Daddy's plate. Including salad. I don't know how she snuck the lettuce or why, but she was defiant when we tried to take it away.
And given that her tooth count remains at two (but good gravy is she trying for uppers!), she did fairly well gumming everything up.

How do you like them apples?
I must have the only child on Earth who doesn't care for apple juice.
After weeks of battling to get her to drink juicy water (that's about one part juice to about two or three parts water) out of her sippy cups, it finally dawned on me that maybe Josie doesn't like apple juice.
Sure enough, tried out some mango juice and she was all in. Blueberry juice? OK. White grape? Aight.
Just no apple, please. Wonder why?