Feed Me

I am posting from work, so I will have to be brief.

Last night, we tried another new food.  It seems that Freya likes meatloaf (the food, not the aging singer) and so we might be getting a little more of it in future.  I think the consistency is good for her; it falls apart without needing to be bitten through, but it holds together well enough to rip and tear without crumbling.  Also, it is meat.  She seems to like meat more than vegetables, like her daddy, and that can be no bad thing…

Earlier in the week, we tried cous-cous.  I am not sure what we were expecting, but it worked. We loaded it onto her spoon and watched her stuff her face with it, to the exclusion of even the chicken she was given. She must get on well with the texture and the lack of chewing.

Finally; breakfast today. I have no idea what it was; it looked like porridge, smelt a bit like it, but Linda would know what it was. In her infinite wisdom, Linda handed a bowl of sludge to Freya while she was in my lap in bed. She painted her hands, face and neck, but somehow managed to miss me or the sheets luckily. It is amazing to see how good her coordination is; she sometimes misses her mouth, but rarely by much, and it is useless even trying to spoon-feed her because she will just take the spoon off you and do it herself.