I don't care what fancy bowl you put it in, if you hide it in my oatmeal, if you say sweet things to me, I just don't like squash. I think Gerber should rename it "screaming squash" because that is exactly what I do once I see it coming. Other than squash, I've really gotten the hang of eating from a spoon and start to pant like Pete when its not given to me as quickly as I would like.
Another fabulous week, topped off with lots of family and friends at my baptism. Holding things with my hands has changed to grabbing things with my hands this week. It doesn't matter if its tied down or not, I have to have something in my hands.
