This is my one hundredth post

So I should probably say something profound.

Hmm, I got nothing.

So. Saturday night we splurged and ordered Thai take-out from the place up the street. The guy who owns it is SO nice, very friendly, he's Thai and his wife is Cambodian, and their food is awesome. I was eating Massaman curry when Adia walked over and made her "um, um" sounds, which means "I want a bite." I told her it was hot. She insisted. I gave her a teeny bit of curry with some rice, and waited for her to spit it out.

Nope. She ate it. And asked for more.

Adia loves spice. She won't eat ground beef without some taco seasoning on it. She won't eat bland scrambled eggs. I wonder if the flavor of food a pregnant woman eats affects the amniotic fluid? Hmmm.

Trea, on the other hand, does not even like black pepper. But, aside from an aversion to spicy foods, she's a really good eater. She'll try almost anything, and she eats most of the things I cook on a regular basis.

I'm not sure how I got lucky with good eaters, since I was the world's pickiest child. I outgrew it, though.

We're getting portraits done tomorrow. I need Trea and Adia to cooperate, look at the camera, and smile at the same time. Wish me luck.