h is the bomb

so today goes down in history as the day harper ate things she normally hurls against walls.

first, she had soup. and not just any soup, tomato soup from the kitchen. known for its tartness and non campbell like quality, i was certain a move of such sophistication would not occur until her junior prom.

then, she ate seven oranges. granted, they were the small clementine varietal practically being given away after the holiday season, but still: seven freaking oranges. i just stood behind her and watched her little face burrow into the wedges, her mouth emitting an occasional slurp-slurp sound.

finally, she became a mexican. she had three plates of refried beans at pupusas. and, strangely, did it all while standing up. but hey, who am i to judge a little thing like etiquette when in the midst of a miracle?