Our ongoing efforts to diversify V’s palate included, this week, slow-cooked beef stew with vegetables.
She enjoys naming everything she eats, so the meal is punctuated with, “Carotte?”, “Pomme de Terre?”, except there are sounds she can’t make yet so it comes out as “Ca-otte?”, “Pom-te?”
Somehow she still manages to put a large amount of food on the floor and on herself, even when she’s not trying.
Un Papa in London 