Yesterday afternoon we went to the farmers’ market at the Turnip Truck. You were sporting your Righteous Babe t-shirt Aunt Chris gave you and your g-diaper, our attempt at non-disposable diapers. You definitely looked like a little girl in your Ani tee. You were happy atop Daddy’s shoulders for a while, periodically leaning over and resting your cheek against his. You really enjoyed watching the bluegrass band pick-n-grin, and you helped Momma choose some veggies and farm-fresh cheese. You got down on the ground and played with a friendly and frisky little weimaraner who gave you a wet kiss on the nose. (He certainly liked you, but I think he was cleaning up the remnants of your cheese nibbling.) You tasted your first-ever blueberry, farm-grown not far from Nashville, and spit it right back out. You have since taken to them and eat a few after every meal.
