A week's worth of groceries

I saw something online the other day with photos of families from around the world posing next to what a week's worth of groceries looks like for them.  I thought it was interesting and wanted to take our own photo.  Here's our week of groceries:

Full disclosure: We also bought three gallons of milk, but Wyndee made me refrigerate them.  And there was a pound of celery that didn't make it onto the table somehow, although if you zoom way in, you can see it on the counter.  I think it's a pretty representative picture, except for maybe the watermelon and the fact that certain things like rice and beans (both of which we plan to consume this week) we tend to buy in bulk.

Celia does not like to admit when she's wrong

Celia and Wyndee had the following conversation at lunch the other day:

W: Do you want some stuffing?
C: No.  It's yuck.
W: Remember our rule: you can't say something is yuck unless you've tried it.  Do you want to try some stuffing?
C: OK, but when I taste it, it's going to be yuck.

[tastes it]

W: How was it?
C: It was yuck. [Makes thumbs-down gesture] But the next time I try it, it's going to be good.

[takes another bite]

W: How was it?
C: It was good! [Makes thumbs-up gesture]

Fascinating that she would actually insist that the first bite tasted bad, but that subsequent bites were good, all just to avoid admitting that she was wrong about how stuffing would taste.

Celia's book

Celia wrote a poetic and strangely haunting book the other day.  She drew the pictures and dictated the words to Wyndee:

That poor, one-eyed baby.