Sometimes the bath has mashed peas. Other times pureed peaches.
Lane says it's my fault. I suppose it doesn't help that I usually start to laugh when Elliot begins blowing his bubbles mid-bite. I can't help it. He puckers his lips just so and gets this huge smile on his face. And his eyes fill with love.
he's mid-spit
You see, he's trying. And, as a mother, I can't help but love that.
2 comments:
i hate that! it took about a week of firm "no's" before olivia stopped blowing raspberries through her food and showering her surroundings with whatever she was eating. it is funny but i unlike you do not like having all that crap all over me! Elliot looks like he's getting big! i heard you'll be home on the 17th! looking forward to seeing you and yours!
On behalf of the entire blogosphere, I beg for your speedy return. I miss your regular updates.
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