I’ve been hinting for weeks that my palate is ready for something a bit more sophisticated than milk, making eyes at my parent’s plates and sometimes even being so bold as to reach out and try to grab a morsel when they’re not looking. A couple weeks ago during a visit to Metropolitan Market, when a man at the cheese counter offered a sample to Dad, I nearly managed to snag myself a piece of goat cheese. I thought my interest had gone unnoticed. But, today, my parents sat me down in my Bumbo on top of the table, strapped on a bib and with camera in hand, began feeding me some green soupy mixture that I was told was avocado. Thankfully, it tasted a lot better than it looked. I especially enjoyed rubbing it all over my face; I’ve heard avocado is good for the complexion. After five days of avocado, my parents moved me on to yams. I have one word to describe my thoughts on the yam: yuck!
When I first started posting, I was a highly intelligent and exceptionally cute infant and the milestones were coming fast and furious.. These days, I'm a precocious nearly 5-year-old and my babybook blog has been retired to serve as a window to my early years..