counting grapes

Grapes are such a good, healthy food. Everybody should eat them. Dark, red and black grapes have more nutrients than the green grapes. Much to The Hater's chagrin, that's what we buy when they're in season.

Up until now we've waited until Baby was asleep and then washed and pulled grapes, measuring serving size, and sealed them into snack size zippy bags. It's not a fun chore, but it's certainly better than a lot of other things we have to do around the house.

Yesterday I had a brilliant idea. Why not let Baby do it?

So while The Hater worked on supper (more on that later), Baby took the pulled and washed grapes and moved them one-by-one into the measuring cup. She worked diligently for more than a half hour, stopping occasionally to drink some chocolate milk or point out the baby grapes. "Awwwwwh, wook, Mommy, baby gwape! Awwwhhh." (and cradle them in her hand)

She needed some reminding not to squish or squeeze them, but most of them came out unscathed.

She helped measure them, pour them into the zippys, then helped me put the zippys into the fridge. And, surprisingly enough, she didn't sneak but just a couple of the baby ones into her mouth. (She also had some sliced grapes with her supper.)

We've found a new chore-game for her. I'm glad to share this one for a while.

Meanwhile, in sadder news, The Hater's thai supper was a total bust. We have a bad history making thai food... for whatever reason our thai stuff never comes out the way we want. So now we're banned for trying to make it for five years. We ended up eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on sandwich rounds instead.