She eats Pho!

Having a good hole-in-the-wall Pho joint down the street is the one aspect of Northwest life we have been able to preserve in our move to the Midwest.   We’ve been impressing these particular Asian owners with our children’s skillful use of chopsticks fingers and voracious appetite for noodles since Charlie was six months old.   (And long before that actually, if you count my pregnancy cravings for Pho or my first Mother’s Day present from Charlie: staying asleep in his infant car seat long enough for Jonathan and I to have Pho together!) Anyways, it turns out Wendy loves her some good noodles and broth too.  Which is a good thing, since her older brother would probably give her away before he let anything interfere with his Pho!