All By Herself

Margaret has taken to solid food like a duck to chunks of bread thrown into her pond.  The only problem (and it's not really a problem so much as an interesting wrinkle) is that she wants to do it ALL BY HERSELF. 

She's not too bad at it, actually.  I mean, most of it goes in her mouth.  And she's figuring out the spoon.

Slowly, certainly.  But still figuring it out.  Spoons want careful consideration, you know.

She's certainly gotten that an end of it goes in her mouth.

Not necessarily the right end, but that's asking a lot of a baby, isn't it?  And anyway, she figured out that she needed to flip it around.

So not quite in the mouth, but these things take time.

Ah, there we are.  And for those of you who worry about these things, we did clean the baby.

You can tell she's just had a bath because her hair isn't sticking straight up in the air at the back.

Actually, she isn't quite feeding herself, but she is holding onto the spoon while I steer it into her mouth.  And she's usually quite tidy about things.  Yesterday's feeding was particularly messy, though, because she has learned how to click her tongue, and has been exuberantly doing so whenever she gets a chance.  It didn't go well with the lovely dinner of prune puree and oatmeal that I'd made for her.