Gloria has mixed feelings about this.
Feeding time goes like this:
First, I fight to get past her hands. She WANTS the oatmeal. She leans forward and opens her mouth when the spoon comes near her. But those damn hands! She seems to think that rapidly hitting the spoon will help her get the oatmeal into her mouth.
Eventually I make it past the Hand Guardians. She continues to help the process along by forcefully slapping the spoon into her face.
Everyone gets covered by oatmeal. She's covered from her feet to her eyebrows. My fingers are sticking to my face because there's oatmeal coating both.
Mealtime is immediately followed by bath time. For both of us. Someday she'll get the hang of it.
I just put her to bed and I'm sitting in the dark, quiet living room, drinking vodka and baking a cake. (Cookies and cream cake with chocolate mousse filling and white chocolate ganache frosting!!) Sometimes this is my favorite part of the day.
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