When Life Gives You Lemons...

...F--- the lemons. Oh wait, that's not right (though it is a line from "Forgetting Sarah Marshall," which we watched this weekend and was probably funnier to me than it actually is -- that whole thing about tears being a step away from laughter). Lemonade. Right. We're supposed to make lemonade.

Anyway, the feeding strike has been continuous and ugly. In desperation, I decided to get my family out of the house Saturday and go visit the city we live and work in. We went to the fountain at the Sculpture Garden, so that Cody's screams of protest with the bottle would be drowned out by rushing water. It kind of worked. It turns out that ginormous fountains are good distractions.







Sunday was better, by an order of magnitude. For example, Cody ate. So we celebrated by ending the weekend with a dinner picnic at Ford's Landing, where we dined with the ducks. Cody was enthralled.




Also, he got to wear a hat that Aunt Rose made, and how freaking cute is he?