Big Boy

When it comes to expressing hunger, Tag is a great communicator.  Since he was a tiny baby, he could indicate his desire to nurse through what everyone in the family recognizes as his "hungry coughs".  This is a noise between a dry cough and a pant that gets progressively more urgent in direct proportion to Tag's proximity to me.  About 3.5 or 4 months, Tag tried using similar polite and subtle methods (ie lunging at our spoons or grabbing at plates and cups) to indicate his desire to join in family meal time, an event he was spectator to, but never participator in.  When that didn't work, it became absolutely necessary for him to scream and occasionally sob every time a forkful of food by-passed his mouth.   To pacify him, we all started slipping him tiny bites.  Well, you know the old adage, a rolling stone gathers no moss.  Actually, that doesn't apply.  Anyway, he was hooked.  So without fanfare, or mounting anticipation, Tag eased himself into the world of solid food.  When I finally pulled out the baby spoon, at about 5 months, we pulled out the camera as well.  So here he is, enjoying his first "official" meal.

Tag eating carrots.  He feels so old hat at this solid food thing, he thinks he should work the spoon as well.

Fat face. Don't care.