Feeding Dizbaby

Feeding Dylan is extremely messy and amusing, especially because he is a master bib remover who is constantly finding ways to wiggle out of the bib to dirty up the place. On top of that, he only wants to eat if and what I'm eating and though there are some baby foods that tickle my fancy, spinach and potatoes is not one of them. I pretend like I'm eating and make the "OH YEAH THIS IS GREAT" face but even so, he has yet to finish one jar and a lot of food is going to waste. I'm not sure how clever of a communicator Dylan truly is but he shakes his head as if he's saying "no" when I am feeding him and I debate with myself whether he is actually saying no or just shaking his head because he has learned how to shake his head. Regardless, I have decided that this weekend I am going to attempt to make Dylan's food  myself because it's healthier, it's fresher, it's portion controlled and in theory it sounds super fun. 

On a side note, here is a picture from last month when Dylan met his German great-grandpa, his "uhr opa" which translates to clock grandpa. I love this photo.