Sunday, 22 February 2009

22nd February 2009

Sunday Sunday
I made a highchair from an upside down stool with a cushion shoved inside, and pulled it right up to the table with us. Erbie had some sweet potato and parsnip mash, holding the spoon himself and getting it in his mouth after several attempts. I fed him a few spoonfuls too. He held onto some broccoli spears for a while but shook them off after a little taste. I tried him on a little bit of mashed baked potato, but this seemed to come back down his chin as wallpaper paste.

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