Eating

If I remember rightly, when the first two boys started being fed, neither of them would try to grab the spoon from me. They both sat back in the high chair, complacently waiting for me to shove the food down their gobs, mouths slightly ajar, awaiting the next pleasant mush sensation. It has never ceased to amaze me how they can puree up a lamb roast and put it into one of those small glass jars.


Callum seems to be the exact opposite. We've been feeding him meals on and off for the past few weeks. His main source of nutrient continues to be the booby, however, he's gradually getting a taste for mush. In his case, this means grabbing the spoon, and almost attempting to feed himself.

Of course, being a baby and without the greatest control of his fine motor skills, this usually results in getting whatever appetising dish he's savouring all over his face, his bib, his hands, his fingers and his father. The pictures show how obvious it is that he really is the one in control of this activity. He does seemed to have joined our family with a unique sense of independence when it comes to getting what he wants, although we only wish this extended to not being an Appendage!

Ciao for Now, Mush Man Angry Dad.