Mokey grabbed a piece of pizza off my plate today at lunch,
which we took to be the final go-ahead sign that we should give finger foods a try. She’s been practicing a nice, delicate pincer grasp for the past few weeks and Wembley, well, Wembley likes to nom so we figured we’d try with him too.
I cut up a ripe banana into tiny pieces and we gave it a shot.
Bad news bears man.
Over the space of five minutes we went from blank stares to yuck face to fussing to gagging, and finally vomiting and heartrending sobs. No, really.
You are six months old today. As I watched you play today, I could see both the strong, smart, and friendly children you are becoming and the newborn babies who were determined to fight for your lives.