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Apparently, Bean had decided that mid-diaper-change was the perfect time to unleash a fountain. The living room rug still bears the memory.
My mom, bless her soul, became a one-woman baby food laboratory. She blended everything—carrots, apples, spinach—and would give live taste tests. "He likes earthy flavors," she'd say seriously, as if Bean was a food critic and not just smearing mashed bananas all over his face and hair like it was spa treatment.
My dad claimed he wasn't "baby crazy," but we caught him making airplane noises and crawling on all fours just to get a gummy smile from Bean. He even built a mini wooden cradle "for heirloom purposes" and almost cried the first time Bean fell asleep in it.
And Bean? Bean was the star of the show.
