Mealtime Madness with Molly

It was bound to happen. I knew it would happen. It was just a matter of time. And the time is now. You see, we have been telling Molly ever since Andrew joined our family that one day she would come to love him. Don't get me wrong, she has been really, really good with adjusting to life with a baby in the house. Molly has been very watchful and is the first one to get to him if he cries. She has also been exceptionally tolerant of having her ears pulled and eyes poked. But . . . you can just tell that she's waiting for him to leave.

When Andrew started eating solid foods, specifically finger foods like those little puffy things and Cheerios, Molly learned to listen for the little tasty bits hitting the floor. (My sister-in-law Kari comments about our clean floor and I'm always quick to remind her that Molly's middle name is "Hoover".) Well, tonight Molly discovered a whole new world. Tonight was also a night when Andrew was feeding himself his main course. See for yourself . . .
OK, I realize the organic pasta primavera is not traditionally a "finger food", however, Andrew was not interested in eating from a spoon . . . he wanted to do it himself.

Molly has reared up and made an interesting discovery.

Apparently there's enough to share . . .

Andrew doesn't mind sharing . . .

Ewwwww! Did you see that beagle tongue?!?!?! However, I must say that it is more efficient than a measly wipey.

I think Andrew may have been horrified by the beagle tongue curling between his fingers. And no, I didn't make him continue to eat with a beagle spit covered hand. I cleaned him up, removed the tray, and we started over again with the meal Andy really wanted . . . barley cereal with apples and cherries. With a spoon.