Mabel. She ate, big girl style. The first few spoonfuls, she kept in for five minutes and then, puke. The second (watered-down) taste, she couldn't get enough of. Grabbing at the spoon, slamming her little hands against the high chair tray, smacking her little lips together in satisfaction until the little green bowl was scraped all clean and I figured we'd better stop before she exploded. I think you might say she was ready for solids. She cut her first tooth over the weekend, and has two more following suit, so let's hope when those poke out and she's got a belly full of real food, she might decide to once again gift us with full nights of sleep. (Because mama tired, yall.)
And just for fun, the three littles, side by side:
Mabel looks more like Vivian than I remembered. Don't you think?