Eating Harlequins heart

I like it when Ivy get to see what food looks like before it gets all cooked and mashed up. Letting her eat squash right out of the shell helps with that. (the title is a Neil Gaiman reference)

During her very long afternoon nap I went down to the allotment to harvest spaghetti squash (brought home 6, I had had 8 but two had been cut off the vine by some scoundrel somewhere who I hope they give indigestion to) and to pull up some tomato plants that have no tomatoes left- they had produced some flowers in a sort of 'don't kill us, we're useful' last bid, but I didn't think they'd make it to tomatoes what with our shortening days.

Euan and Ivy came to pick me up, cos it was a very heavy basket of produce to bring home. Laura came round to drop me off a birthday present so we played a game of pandemic. Ivy was incrediby grumpy- had to put her outside for a bit to calm her down. (it usually works, she loves being outside, in fact whilst I was chucking chicken in the pressure cooker for dinner she was hammering on the kitchen door to be allowed out)

During a temper tantrum , the little hooligan bit me- she broke skin and i've got proper teeth marks on my shoulder, I don't think she meant it maliciously, she was just upset and flailing her mouth about. We're not sure what to do about her tantrums just now, figure our response to them now will be vital in shaping how hard a toddler she grows into. I did threaten to cancel her birthday as she unexplainably howled on the way to her bath.

She did go to sleep very well though (only briefly standing up to throw her monkey out of bed) which was a change from last night when she was up till past 9pm.

Highlight of the day for me is when Ivy became convinced that a yellow courgette was a bannana and kept trying to get Euan to unwrap it for her. I think this photo shows that I point a camera at Ivy too much- she's started saying cheese.