Owen and the peas

     Sometime in the past month, Owen has decided that he no longer likes peas. Strangely enough, when he was 6 months old, I would have said that they were one of his favorite foods. So the other night after struggling to get him to eat them for what seemed like the five millionth time, Tim and I just decided to let him have at it. The resulting pictures are what happens when you let your eight-month-old try to feed himself. We didn't start taking photos until he had already started so you don't get to see the whole thing, but I tried to provide captions so you get a sense of how it went down.

Let's see, I have a bowl and a spoon...now what?

Alright, now to scoop up some of the green stuff.

And put the soft side into my mouth! This isn't so hard!

Wonder if there's a faster way to eat this? Maybe if I just carefully tip the bowl into my mouth.

My bowl is almost empty. I must have been hungry.

All done! How'd I do Dad?

Wait a minute? How did this get here?

It was in my bowl and then... oh, I see.

Well, no sense letting it go to waste. Impromptu finger painting session!

A masterpiece, if I do say so myself. Also, it makes quite good hair gel.

And there you have it. A full and happy baby in need of a bath.