Last weekend we had a quick visit from Grammy and Grandpa. Grammy brought the best book ever, rhymes about Thomas the Tank Engine and his friends. Grandpa was a good sport letting Joseph tickle away.
We went out on Sunday for Grammy's birthday, and Joseph ate his very 1st french fry. Yes, 2 years and 3 months before he had one fry. That I know of.
He loved the fries, but then spent the night puking. Probably unrelated, since he had a fever and a cold, but maybe it was a sign? All I know is I was fried by morning and am not eager to see french fries any time soon.