Blueberry buckle
Ami scraped the rubber spoon alongside the side of the bowl, gathering more glop and aiming it at her baby daughter's semi-open mouth. Ophelia held the mush on her lips for a moment before pushing her tongue out and dribbling goo down her chin.
Ami sighed and sat up, cracking her neck in the process. Perhaps the baby was too young for this, yet.
She sensed her other baby, who really wasn't a baby anymore, come up from behind her and stop at her arm. "Hi Mommy."
"Hi baby," she murmured, trying again with the baby food. Ophelia had doubled her birth weight in sixth months, could keep her head upright, and was increasing the frequency of her feeding times, but she just was having no part of the watery rice cereal.
"What're you doing?" The top of his curly head came into her view as he leaned over her arm.
"Feeding your sister," she said. "Or, trying to." She smiled down at the sandy spirals.
He stuck out a hand and plunged his finger into the slurry; it was back into his mouth before she could stop him. "Yum!"
"At least someone thinks so," she muttered. Admitting defeat, she unlatched the tray and pulled it sideways and scooped the baby out. With a practiced ease, she unbuttoned her shirt and positioned Ophelia for nursing. The baby latched in seconds and began sucking.
Only after that could she take stock of her older child. "Evander!"
Eyes as green as new grass and innocent as a baby fawn blinked at her. "Yes, Mommy?"
"Why are you naked?"
He shrugged and picked the bowl off of the high chair tray. "I don't like clothes. Can I finish this?"
Ami's mouth was still hanging open when Zoisite entered. "Hey," he said as he tossed his jacket to the ground. His belt was the next to go as he started stripping down. "Snacktime?"
Evander slurped up the baby food. Zoisite pulled off his pants and began searching the cupboards in his drawers.
Ami looked from father to son several times before shaking her head in disbelief.