Fia Friday: Tomato Eyes

I’m not sure where this came from, but when Fia sits on the potty, she is eye level with me (as I squat down in front). She always looks right in my eyes, and gets this ethereal look and voice and, says, “Momma, you have tomato eyes.”

At first I didn’t know where it came from, but I think her love of picking the tomatoes from our garden is the root of it. She points to the inner corner of my eye, where the tiny red ball is, and says, “Right there momma. Your tomato eyes.” So now I respond, “Yes, and who else has them?”

“Dada has tomato eyes, Wayne (cat) has tomato eyes, Emmett has tomato eyes. Everyone has tomato eyes.”

After we go through all that, I pray for the poop. But as strange (or gross) as it sounds, I kinda dig our little toilet time conversations. A lot of magical thinking comes from pushing out poop.

Oh, and note her new groovy “transformer” sunglasses. She insisted on that specific pair. We are an equal opportunity sunglass family.

Anyway, here are a few other random pictures I’ve been meaning to post.

Reading at School

I said she was more of an observer these days. She’s content though, so I’m no longer worried.

Ready for lunch! Victoria makes amazing organic meals. From scratch.

With her buddy Dylan at the LA Zoo

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