Hot potato
It was a big weekend for all of us. For one, Saturday was Hannes's 4-month-birthday. So Jessica, Hannes and I huddled up around the laptop and looked at
old photos of Hannes. "Those were the days," Hannes said. Well, no, Hannes said, "eeeeeaaaaaaahhheeaaaawwwww" but I could tell by the look on his face.
To celebrate his four glorious months on Planet Earth, and our four educating months as parents, we cooked a potato. I know, that may sound like Finland is a third world country, but it's really not that bad. What made that particular
potato special was the fact that it was the first ever potato to go down Hannes's throat.
I think we can officially call Hannes a "Big Boy" now. Big boys eat potatoes.
Mashed, not pealed.