The other day I posted about what happens when babies decide to take feeding matters into their own hands. We’ve since taken pity on the poor child and reintroduced some solids; applesauce, in the morning so as to not upset her tummy at night. She loves to eat, but some mornings she’s more picky than others. This morning she gobbled up a few spoonfuls and started to lose interest. I was running seriously late so I gave up and went to do some laundry, leaving her in the highchair for the time being. When I came back into the room I found this:
But I think my mornings just got a little easier. I knew having more than one child would eventually pay off.