Lucy ate dog food for the first time a few minutes ago. She was crunching on something with a curious look on her face, and when Jason fished it out, we saw that it was dog food. It's amazing it's taken her this long.
Right now, I am warming water on the stove for her bath. I feel like a pioneer woman. We have intermittent cold water and no hot water because of some mysterious leak in our foundation (pipes? undiscovered spring? the fountain of youth?). I think tomorrow we are going to have a distressing conversation with a plumber. Until the problem is resolved, if you encounter a dog-food-eating, unwashed toddler, she is not a Katrina refugee. She lives at our house.