Food, Glorious Food!

 Admittedly, these pictures are not quite up to the moment, but guess who's eating real food? If you guessed Spencer the Brave, you're dern skippy. (That's Cyndie-speak for "you're right.")

Being that Spencer has turned out to be the hungriest of all my kiddos, we started him on cereal earlier than I had planned. (So, hungry, in fact, that he can work himself up into a full-blown cry in the time it takes me to dip the spoon back into the bowl and return it to his waiting mouth.) He's now graduated to delicious baby food, which he eats as if he were the World's Cutest Vacuum Cleaner. (And believe me, he is.) It might be time to start thinking about making my own baby food, folks, because seriously, this kid can eat.

Also, for the record, all baby food in Spencer's eyes is created equal, and none is shunned or turned away because of undesirable taste or texture. Food is food is food, and the more, the better.

And, yes, he's sitting in a pink Bumbo chair, because I am not spending $35 to replace our existing one with one that is a "boy color." Take that, societal norms.