Windmill Challenge

Trying to feed Eli baby food is similar to trying to putt a golf ball past a windmill. Only harder, because at least the windmill is predictable. E's arms flapping around are completely unpredictable, and add to that the moving target (his mouth) and its a recipe for a mess. Considering it was her first attempt at this challenge, Shelly did surprisingly well at getting most of the squash into his mouth. No clothes on the baby made for a quick clean up, now we're on to graham crackers and bath time!
(As I type this Elijah is leaning forward and trying to suck on my knee. I'm really nervous that his one little tooth is going to get hold of something and do some damage, look out, world, we've got a carnivore on our hands!)