sprouts with grandpa and grandma

My parents were visiting for thanksgiving and the produce area is just an explosion of color and textures. Perfect for a little girl starting to feel her way through the world. But my dad did strain his wrist holding her up for an extended period. Oops.




to the mouth…


and on her spoon.


The spoon was quite a luxury. I bought it on Jing’s fake birthday and it was a pricy little fellow hand carved from a tree in Jasper, TX that had been taken down due to Hurricane Ike. It was a brutally hot July noon in Houston at the farmer’s market at City Hall, but an interesting conversation and now a memory worth way more than $50.