the staple of life

since we first learned to cultivate and process grains the staple of life for millenia has been bread. bread! so simple, so wonderful; now available in every shape, form or colour you can imagine.
percy is perhaps leaving her savanah hunting forebears to their exploits with spears and game, and making the journey north to the land of the two rivers and agriculture. (not that i want to give you the impression she eats a lot of meat; she eats a lot of nothing. actually on contemplation i take that back, she eats a lot of yoghurt.)
to explain... while undertaking the grocery shopping this morning (yes, it is an undertaking when you feel as crap as i do) i gave percy a slice of plain rye bread to munch on. usually it's a green bean or some fruit but that's what was to hand today. she ate it!! don't all gasp at once, we might cause each other to hyperventilate. i have to this day, despite trying white bread, wholegrain bread, turkish bread, mountain bread, lavash bread, pita bread, toasted, untoasted, with spreads, without spreads, you name it, been unable to convince percy to eat bread.
what's the story? buggered if i know! i'm just happy. tho i hazard a guess it's got to do with her now having the nubs of nearly five teeth across her top gum, to compliment the two in her jaw. these top teeth are taking ages to come thru but they slowly are. her ability to bite is improved and i think she's happier that she can manipulate food better. not that i was in the habit of giving her more than a single bite-sized portion prior anyways. she likes to hold her food to bite off a piece; it's a little part of her world that she can control.

the other nice thing today was her reaction to her first matchbox car. (they're $2 at woolworths.) she really liked it! i made appropriate "vroooom"... noises while driving it over her cute, fat buddha-belly and her head. then at home we scooted it up and down the living room floor a bit too. when she wasn't picking it up to carry about. perhaps i shouldn't be suprised, her cousins have a matchbox car collection numbering i would guess, of over a hundred.
seems she got expensive tastes too- i offered her a blue one or a purple one (the full extent of my ability to tell cars apart), the first one she touched, the blue one, is a lotus!