Last night we decided to go out for dinner. Freya has always been great in restaurants, thank goodness. We went to one of our favorite spots, Mor Mor, known for its local gourmet food.

A year ago we were still bringing her puree pouches and little bags of Cheerios out to restaurants, but she has come a very long way, especially in the last few weeks even (I suspect a growth spurt). We ordered for her the house-made mac and cheese. While we waited, she tried some bread with olive oil and balsamic, and had some goat cheese from my spinach salad (she adores the chevre).

I ordered meatballs with whipped potatoes and broccolini, and Brian got salmon with asparagus and lentil salad. Freya dug into her pasta, and shared a lot of Brian’s dinner, too. She is thankfully willing to try just about anything at least once.

After dinner I had to order the special house-made “ding dong”, like the Hostess treat except a billion times better. Brian and I split it and let Freya have some whipped cream and a taste of the chocolate cake. She also had a small cup of milk, while we had our coffees.

Before we left the table, she was starting to make these little moaning noises, and I realized that she had actually overeaten and now had a tummyache, poor lamb. I think that’s a first. She was all better by the time we got home and into a nice warm bubble bath.

It seems like it took so long for her palate to mature, but I am glad I was patient, didn’t rush her too much, and never gave her stuff like rice cereal. She has her likes and dislikes like anyone else, but more or less eats a diverse diet. Not a fan of red meat yet, but loves fish and occasionally chicken, especially when it’s part of a soft taco. One of her favorite things to eat is Daddy’s scrambled eggs, or Mommy’s pancakes, and she’s a fan of almost all fruit.

I’m already dreaming of when she is old enough to help me cook and bake. Now that is going to be fun.