If there's one picture that could describe how Gracie's first meal went, it would be this one. I call it the "Dear God, is there any way I can kill myself with this bib so I don't have to eat anymore of that vile cereal."
She is 4 months old now, which is how old Augie was when we gave him his first bowl of rice cereal, but she didn't seem to like it
as much as he did.
The first few bites were OK. She's generally happy these days anytime anyone sticks anything in her mouth for her to rip through with her razor-sharp baby teeth. (There are two of them, front and center. I'm missing three fingers.)
But when she realized what was going on, she protested.
And spit most of it back out. I think we'll give it a week and see if she changes her mind.
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