The baby loves to eat. And I love feeding him our food, like he is really participating in a true family dinner. And I love to watch him eat. I've let him try to feed himself with his spoon, and sometimes he is successful, but more often than not, his hunger and curiosity outweigh his patience, and he ends up just digging in with his hands, so cute. Last night, he ended up with chicken and rice and beans in his eyebrows, on his nose, and in his shirt pocket (which cracks me up that there is even a shirt pocket on his little shirt, LOL). I have a feeling there will be a bit of a jump in weight for his next doctor's visit, we'll see (currently weighing in the 25-50%).
He is such a heartbreaker! The cutest!
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