Today we had a barbecue with some of the guys that work with The Man and our neighbors.
Of all things we had to eat and out of all things offered to her, the favorite, by far, was watermelon. She quite possibly ate at least half of a cantaloupe sized watermelon by herself.





I had to be pretty diligent about swapping out the empties as she cruised by after wrestling this one from her.



Have I mentioned here that her middle name was almost Sandia, the Spanish word for watermelon?
I ate half of one of these little guys almost every day the last part of my pregnancy with her.