Moving on Up

Bianca's fussy time coincides with Mommy and Daddy's dinner time. We alternate holding her, rocking her bouncer back and forth with our feet, or distracting her with singing and toys. Ewa has had to employ the Portia De Rossi habit of eating meals standing up during the day.
If she's sitting in our laps while we eat, she's ecstatic; though Daddy's spill factor is multiplied, seemingly, by the happily squirming package that is Bianca. I have yet to meet a onesie or tights I couldn't dribble onto. One night poor Bianca looked like she had been carpet bombed by the Spaghetti Army. I'm not proud of it. This weekend we assembled, read: removed from box, Bianca's booster chair. So far it's improved her dinner attitude. She's at the same height as us, using our wooden cooking spoon to baste herself with her own saliva, and generally enjoying being a fully participating member of the team. Last night, when she fussed, I dipped my finger in my wine and put in on her tongue. Her eyes twinkled with intrigue as she assessed this new flavor. It shut her up for a good 30 seconds. Have to try some other new tastes soon, too. She's definitely ready for food. She takes great interest in ours.