Babies, I tell you, just when you think you've figured it out...

So last week, I had a mommy-melt-down. A wasn't eating, wasn't putting any toys in her mouth, was set up to breastfeed until eternity. Refused all foods on spoons, wouldn't put chunks of banana or avacado in her mouth and cried when I did. I was at my wits end and tortured dear friends and the entire playgroup with my angst. Fast forward to this week. A is chomping on most of her toys (for the first time ever, although still less than her contemporaries) and eating most of her meals when daddy and I feed her. Then TODAY, I go out to lunch with my mother and neice with A. I hand a fussy and loud baby a french fry to play with, "since she never puts anything in her mouth anyway". Yeah, she ate the french fry (at least a part of it). I had to order applesauce for her and she ate the whole thing. Crazy. Sadly, I don't have a picture of her accomplishment. I really need to keep that camera with me, especially since there will soon be two to photograph.... ;)

PS. J came home a gave her a potato chip. Obviously A needs to read Heather's tips about junk food...