Carrie tried oatmeal today. As with everything else she’s tried, she was more than happy to eat it. It’s not that I want her to not like something, but I’m amazed that she seems to like everything. I guess it’s time to get a little more adventurous with trying new foods? I really ought to make up some sort of schedule or plan, because at the rate we’re going she’ll be trying new foods until she’s 27 years old.
Oh, and while we were at my grandparents’ house Carrie finally figured out how to get a piece of puffed rice cereal off of her tray and into her mouth. She still thinks I might be trying to poison her (at least, that’s what it looked like when she made her funny face) but it apparently tasted good enough to do it a couple of more times.