...and the 'parent of the year' award goes to...

NEITHER ONE OF US. David and I put doodle to bed about 45 minutes ago. We were very proud of getting things settled early, especially since mondays always tend to creep up on us so unexpectedly. Anyway, we're spying on her as she's whining, kicking, tossing and turning. "Man, what's her problem?"... We figure that she's just having a hard time settling down... then we take another look... she's viciously chewing on the side of her crib... "She can't be hungry" I think to myself, we just had dinner. Wait a minute, "David, did you feed her?"... "Uh... No, did you?" "Hmm... me either." Wow, aren't we the worst parents?!
On the other hand... we have been at my parents all day. Which means that Evangeline has more than likely been carrying around a small, metal pail (decorated to correspond with the nearest holiday)... full of some sort of snack food... my mom started this habit early on. I think it began when she started feeding my sister's dog... and now the dog likes her the best... so I guess she figured it would work with the grandchildren.
All that to say... we wouldn't win any parenting award today... but if there were some sort of 'Whose that adorable child prancing around with a 4th of July food bucket and matching bow' award... WE'RE YOUR WINNERS!