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We went a little crazy after the zucchini -- I'll admit it.

It wasn't even like the zucchini was this big success, either -- but Baby J didn't hate it quite as much as he hated rice cereal -- and that encouraged us.

So, then, yesterday was Thanksgiving.

I like Thanksgiving, but it kind of throws me off at the same time. People always talk about how they ate way too much turkey and stuffing, but, for me, it isn't really about that. My Thanksgivings have always basically been pretty reasonable -- but they have all started late. That means that I end up eating way too many appetizers while the food is cooking -- so many that by the time the food is ready, I can hardly even look at it. But then I eat it anyway.

But from what I've been told, that's truly what makes me an American.

And Baby J does, after all, have an entire outfit built around patriotism. (See: Baby J Rocks the Vote.)

So, we stretched the rules.

For Thanksgiving with Freckles' family, Freckles usually makes a turkey and garlic mashed potatoes, and, for the past two years, I have made stuffing using my mom's recipe. This year, Baby J and I played in this actually-quite-hideous-toy he loves based on what Noah's ark might look like in a hallucinogen-fueled nightmare  while Freckles cooked the mashed potatoes.

"Can you taste these and tell me what you think?" Freckles asked as he finished up.

So I did -- and they were good.

But Baby J wanted some too.

Okay, here's the deal. The potatoes have dairy, which he's not supposed to eat yet at all, and we also were planning on introducing turkey later that day, which means he shouldn't have tried anything else in addition to that since we're introducing slowly to make sure we catch any allergies that he might have.

But it was Thanksgiving.

See my dilemma? Convincing argument versus patriotism and blind curiosity.

While usually, I'd go with the former (um, I'd like to think), this time I was way too curious to see what Baby J would do if he ate some mashed potatoes. So we went with patriotism / curiosity.

God bless America -- he loved the potatoes.

In case you were wondering, we even carried the eating party on till later, when we also mashed up some turkey (pasture grazed, organic, it's fine) and gave him some of that.

Turns out, he's really kind of a meat-and-potatoes sort of boy.

So much so that, when we woke up this morning, I decided he could wear his John Deere overalls.

I'm not even kidding. He's wearing them right now.