Well, it's about that time. Feeding time. For at least a month Elliot has been staring at our mouths in fascination when we eat. And ever since he's lost the fourth-trimester palsy, he's been reaching for our forks and spoons. Also reaching for bowls of soup, cups of coffee. Needless to say things are getting dangerous.
So we're giving the demon what he wants, in hopes of blunting his fury. This is what he's usually like at the start of a feed:
But eventually he gets into it:
(btw, this is usually a two-person job; I much prefer it that way.)
No comments:
Post a Comment