What Dexter would not eat this morning:

rice cereal, plain
"real" applesauce
baby sweet potatoes
baby peaches
"real" oatmeal, with a splash of "real" milk, no sugar

any combo of the above

I have some chicken breast thawing that I will grind up with the sweet potato for his lunch. He had the same thing out of a jar yesterday and loved it.

We still have not found Steve's keys, and for some reason, is has depressed the hell out of me. I've moved past laughter and anger to profound sadness. I have a feeling it will cycle back to anger.

We live in a one bedroom apartment, that is fairly neat and clean. It's no Elle Decor, but it looks like Cluttered IKEA. I don't know what is worse, not finding the keys or eventually finding the keys in whatever hidey hole Steve's brain decided was a great place for keys while he dealt with a headache.

Why is the basket by the front door so hard a concept to grasp?

The keys can not be in this house.