Wait, did I say something about a Friday Advice Smackdown?
Um. No. No, I really don't think I did. That doesn't sound like something I would say.
Noah's daycare just called and for some reason, their power is out. They've been told it will probably be back on within an hour, and right now the crockpots are still hot and the refrigerators are still cool, but if power ISN'T restored they won't be able to heat bottles or keep them cool and the babies will need to go home. I'm picturing mass hysteria, with babies crawling unnoticed from darkened rooms while warm formula festers and bubbles in the mini-fridge and teachers desperately trying to save the breastmilk and diaper pails overflowing like no-longer-dormant volcanoes because for some reason I always forget that you don't have to plug the Diaper Genie in.
I don't think it's that bad (YET!), but I will probably have to leave work soon and take Noah home, which LORDY, WHAT A SHAME.
To make up for it, I give you this...
I'm Sweet Potato Clownface Baby! Give me some starch!
We tried prunes first. Prunes did not go over well. Sorry, Dr. Poop.
But sweet potatoes with
black pepper and garlic powder? Self-feedingly delicious!
Also, do you like how the spoon matches the food? I wish I could tell you that this was a coincidence. I wish I could tell you that I do not have a problem. I also wish that I had an orange bib, because while yellow is close, it is not close enough.