The other night, we were feeding Riley chicken. It's not the greatest thing in the world - it's boiled, shredded, and then blended with water to make a sort of paste. I like to think it's better than the jarred baby food chicken, but in health only. I'm pretty sure they taste equally terrible.
Anyway, we were feeding Riley who was not enjoying her chicken. And Alli decided to encourage her.
"Riley, you have to like chicken. Lots of good things come from chicken. Like chicken nuggets, chicken patties…and pork chops…and…fish sticks!"
I reported this error to Oracle on an SR:
The adop phase=prepare fails before generating any log files. Whatever we get on the screen is what we have. I'll paste it for you again:
$ adop phase=prepare
Enter the APPS password:
So I haven't had a chance yet to update on our Valentine's Day this year. I don't keep much of a secret of the fact that I love Valentine's Day - candy? Good. Hearts? Good. Pink and red? GOOOOD.
We made and decorated some delicious heart-shaped cookies the week before.
The weekend before last, something special happened. First of all, my parents came up. This girl loves her parents so that in itself was special. We had a weekend of woo piggin' planned - Hog baseball and basketball followed by a horse show for Alli. Alli, Ryan, and Dad went to the Razorback game. Alli saw Ribby, almost caught a foul ball, and continued to improve her seed spitting. She's going to be quite the softball player this spring. Ryan worked on getting a wicked tan.
Yesterday was spring picture day at Alli's school. I knew she'd be doing a class picture and an individual picture, and I braced myself for the bi-annual fight. You know, the one where I want her to wear a nice shirt and let me style her hair, and she wants to wear a t-shirt with her favorite cartoon character on it. Just in case everyone couldn't tell by the fact that she draws them on everything she owns (and some things she doesn't own).
With us making Riley's baby food, Ryan and I have started shopping at the local natural food store called Ozark Natural Foods. It started slow with us purchasing the organic produce only. Then we added beef because it was grass fed and hormone free. Then it was chicken and eggs. So now we do a weekly trip there to get half of our groceries, and then we go to Wal-Mart for the other half. And we're poorer in wealth, but richer in health. At least, that's what we tell ourselves.