Beef. It's What's for Dinner.

Dylan's dinner that is. Last night, because regardless of how much I mean to update the blog... it just doesn't magically get done by intent alone. We tried solids with him starting a couple weeks ago. It didn't go over so well. He just kind of let it drool out. Until we heard the magic advice from Jan, his daycare lady. "Hold his tongue down with the spoon and he'll suck the food off." Wow. What a difference. He ate beef last night, chicken tonight. He's even starting to make chewing motions (while the spoon is still in his mouth, but... hey, progress is progress). In other news he's also starting to scoot himself backwards. We're still working on the sitting up. He'll do it for others, but for me, well, what do you mean he can't just lean on Mom? And as for the Bumbo... it was great while it lasted, but he's figured out how to get out of it: throw a toy down, out of reach, then try to get it. It's not a good thing.