I don't like solid solids

When I was about five months old, Mum handed me my first rusk.

Meh.

I tossed it over off the edge of my highchair tray without a second glance.

Then came the purees.

Hmm...now I was a bit more interested.

I was happy to eat whatever mushy food Mum spooned into my mouth. But I didn't want to touch it and I didn't want to use my own utensils.

Just spoon it into my mouth, Mum. And make sure it's mushy.

And now, at a few days short of my first birthday, I still like my food mushy and spooned directly into my mouth.

Mum's attempts at finger food did nothing but mess up the floor.

But today, some progress.

Mum bought me some little baby biscuits at the shops, and I was happy to munch on those.

Maybe there's hope yet for me and my solid solids.