It seems like Eleanora hardly eats a thing. Six cheerios here. Half a yogurt there. Zero bites of scrambled egg.
One bite of fish stick into dinner, she attempts to catapult herself from her high chair.
“She hasn’t eaten a thing!” I worry. “She’ll STARVE! My child is malnourished!”
But then I look at these legs and think…
We must be doing something right.
xoxo,