Beatrice was a bit under the weather so there was a lot of lounging. And bagel eating (so apropos based on Friday's post.) She is now obsessed with 'toes' as she calls them (she's trying to say 'toast.') We took her on Saturday morning to the best bagel purveyor north of NYC, Rosenfeld's in Newton. We didn't get out of the store before she was chanting, 'sit, eat, sit, eat." We settled in at a coffee shop and she inhaled her first bagel in about 2.5 minutes. Little did we know it would just be the start of bagel-palooza. That's literally all she ate all weekend long. I had to freeze the rest for fear she'd get scurvy from lack of fruits and vegetables. Her grandfather would be so proud of his 1/4 Jewish granddaughter.