A few little things. The meat is not going well. Bri says icki icki icki p'tai! She gags on it and spits it out. Last night I made special mashed potatoes for her, mixed with formula, to put the beef on (She tried that on the 5th) like gravy. That didn't go over well at all. She may not eat a lot of meat until she has the teeth to chew big people meat, and I don't blame her. Baby meat smells worse than cat food.

She ate Apple and Blueberries today, and thought that was yummy. All the fruit is yummy.

In the tub last night, Bri was clutching her duck as per usual, and chewing on it's head. She held it out to Mike to look at, and chewed on it;s head a little to. Bri looked horrified and snatched her duck back. Mike pretended to eat her arm to get at the duck, and she freaked out and started crying. Never get between a baby and her toys. Especially the rubber duck.