Cleanup on Aisle 6

So yes, I'm sort of feeding myself now.

And yes, that leads to a lot more cleanup time after feedings.

And no, I'm not remotely a fan of that cleanup time. But man are those chicken sticks good! (They're kind of little mini hot dogs.) I'm not so good with the cooked carrots yet - they tend to end up very mushed on the way to my mouth. Cheerios are no problem, though they tend to end up stuck to my chin once I get things really messy. Who knew that oat flour plus baby saliva = glue?

Also, if you look near my hairline closely on your right. No, my right. Left? Thanks for that one dad... (He doesn't know his left from his right either...) Okay - your right. Near the part, okay? Anyway, you can see the remains of my first good bruise. Nothing too terrible, though at the time I was screaming like my head was about to cave in (and dad's eardrums nearly gave out) - that bruise was just the result of me tipping over near a table leg and clipping that on my way down to the ground. Aahhhh... the perils of learning to walk! I'm "cruising" quite nicely now, but actually letting go and standing on my own tends to lead to me sitting (on my own) in rather short order.

That's it for now. We're on our way to Chicago this weekend to visit family, so I'm sure we'll have lots more pictures and stories after that.