I could eat her and her pile of chubby toes for dinner. But that's off the subject. What I mean to say is I'm starting to feel better. Meaning I haven't thrown up in over a week. And I'm hungry, reallll hungry. When you're staring an impending 45-lb weight gain in the face, what do you do? Run and hide? No, no you don't. You face the music and start eating, honey. And that's what I am doing. Let me know if I have something in my teeth next time I see you, okay?
Meanwhile, Lillie is a messy eater. Apparently.