Annaleigh is 11 months old this week.
My mind cannot contain the enormity of that reality.
Another reality is Annaleigh's current enjoyment of 'big people' food.
Every meal that is eaten, I offer --a mushed up form-- to her.
I like to see what happens.
And most of the time, it's received well
(with the exception of mashed potatoes...those are rejected the second they hit the palette).
A cautious look is thrown in my direction, at first. A touch. A taste. And then a smile.
But when I think about it, I'm not so sure what she actually enjoys more:
playing with it or eating it.
I guess I'll let you be the judge....
Eatin' Hot Dogs & Mac n Cheese