one, two, three, four, can i have a little more?

somehow, it's come to this. i wonder if anyone takes advantage of the special because they're really only eating fish.



jude and his protruding teeth have discovered the joys of graham crackers. he crunches down on them and breaks pieces off with his barely visible bottom teeth. he sucks them into a sog and creates graham paste which he then smears over the table, the chair, my hands, his hands, his hair, his face, anywhere his fat pasty fingers can reach. if i do not clean the mess up immediately the stuff hardens into graham sticks and swirls and smears and waves and chunks. and these sticks, swirls, smears, waves and chunks dry multitudinous times harder than the original cracker. the original cracker who started out really quite small but is sucked down into a very large amount of paste. sigh.

it was really so much easier when he was content to just nurse. i don't understand mamas who rush into feeding babies real food -- it's so much more work! and mess! and confusion!

and yet, so much more fun.