Dinnertime at Ten Months Old

Maggie and Franklin went to the traditional market tonight and got the fixings for fried rice. Nothing fancy, but quite tasty. Franklin has already finished one bowl and is started on another, a big improvement for Gretchen's brother.

This Gretchen (like her namesake) is a chow-hound. And I mean this in the nicest possible way, dear, when you read this in 15 years. When it comes to eating, she is the most cooperative child in the house.