A shirt doesn't get more spot on than this... (Gifted from Aunt Jana before he was born.)
FOOD. Forget it! Who needs it?
Owen couldn't be more thrilled with his decision to spit out ANY food forced into his clenched mouth.
Rice cereal? Disgusting.
Oatmeal? Yuck.
Sweet Potatoes? Not a chance.
Banana's? You're not fooling anyone, Mom!
"Mom, if I eat that nasty stuff then I might just sleep through the night. And well, let's be honest...that's NOT gonna happen!"
I've tried. For 2 months. I give up!
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