Urgh. I am SO the second child. I started solids more than a week ago and my lazy typist has barely had time in her schedule to take some dictation for my blog. I'm only six months old. It's not as though I can type myself. Anyway, back to my eating. On 29 July, mommy decided that it was time I expanded my menu beyond breastmilk. Because I have the attention span of a gnat (I only nurse for eight minutes--if mommy is lucky enough for me to go that long), mommy thought I might be interested in other eating vehicles. Frankly, I think she and daddy are just desperately trying anything to get me to sleep through the night. If I hear ONE MORE TIME that Thatcher slept through the night at 10 weeks, I think I'll scream; but I digress. The food was fine. Truthfully, the best part about it initially was just seeing how much of it I can blow/raspberry out onto mommy, my outfit, anything within a two-foot radius. I'm warming up to it, though, which is a good thing because I am just so dang tiny. I don't even weigh 14 lbs. This is seriously problematic. Do you know how many darling outfits that are just waiting for me to hit the 17 lb. mark? Maybe I'll be able to fit into some of my six-month dresses in a month or so....
Much like mommy decades ago, I want to do it myself!
Thatcher keeping me company while he waits for breakfast
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