Our weekend.

We went to see Ray Price on Saturday night. Katie slept through a good portion of it, and everyone was much impressed by how well behaved she was. I actually think they may just have been grateful that I took her for walks in the aisleways when she got cranky, so she was quiet and not distracting anyone. We spent the night in Edmonton, as the drive home would've made Katie a very unhappy camper. Arrived home to find Charlie caught in the fence. He's okay, the wounds are much less severe than we thought they would be. After consulting with the vet, we feel that we can care for him adequately here, but we'll follow up if we need to. He's going to have some scars, but he won't have any lasting damage besides that.

Katie now walks while only holding one of our hands. Andrew's mom said last night "can she do that?" Well, she is doing it, so I guess she can.
She is finally interested in eating something besides breastmilk, but only if it comes from my plate. Over the weekend, we had salmon & steamed broccoli, rye bread, yellow zuccini, roasted red pepper & black bean soup, and I can't remember what else. And she would yell at me if I didn't have a steady supply of little bites for her. Good grief. So cute watching her chow down on salmon & broccoli though. And surprisingly (or not, since she seems to take after her Aunty Lindsay) she doesn't get messy. One piece at a time is all she'll pick up. Of course, she still packs her mouth full, but she only puts in one piece at a time. Who needs bibs?