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| | New month, new food. Trish invented "mom's spaghetti-o's" by
adding sweet potatoes to some spaghetti. He seemed to like it, but we
weren't sure he'd even noticed the spaghetti, so we gave him some strands on his
tray to see how he would handle them. Boy did he handle them. He
even ate some, too.
 Finally got it to my mouth. Now I have to let go. Let go, let
go... |
 Slurp, slurp, slurp. Mom will yell at me when I get older for doing
this. But now it is cute. |
 What's that? I have something on my face you say? |
 See, one hand. |
 What, no more
spaghetti? But I still have juice! |
 What're you
lookin' at? |
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