Snack Art

When Free Spirit was a baby, she was sugar free.  For snacks, we gave her carrot wheels and told her they were cookies.

Then a sweet little lady in the church nursery introduced her to The Cookie...and the obsession began.

The problem was further compounded by a grandmother with a Hershey bar.  And another grandmother with exotic Australian candies.  We were outnumbered.  The Sweet Tooth was born.

If left to her own devices, the Free Spirit would consume nothing but junk.  Which is why she isn't left to her own devices.  I'm on a never ending quest to get more fruits, veggies and meat into her.  (The meat thing is somewhat frustrating.  She wants to be a vet and refuses to eat "her patients".)  So I just bought her this book called Snack Art.  She can play with her food, which will hopefully get her mind off ice cream.  She made this:

And this:

And she actually ate them.  I'm happy...she's happy.  We have had to substitute ingredients once or twice when they weren't Feingold friendly, but it wasn't too hard.  All in all, five bucks well spent.