Secondly, I turned my head for a moment (well I was loading the dishwasher) and when I looked back.. this is what I saw!!
I was so insulted... not only did she choose her own "first food" but, she had the audacity to use a spoon!! Well, I suppose it's no different than Little Daddy, swiping a handful of salad at 5 months, but seriously, a spoon? I had hoped to savor and spoil, and luxuriate in this last baby, to get my fill and be poetically over indulgent. In short, I had planned to BABY this one, and look.. she's going to be just as independent as the others. Hmm, a mother's work is never as she planned.