Greenbeans and Grandma

Bennett doesn't normally eat dinner on such a fancy table. But that's how they roll at Elmcroft, otherwise known as my Grandmom's assisted living home. We take Bennett out there to see her several times a week and we thought that we would let her have lunch with her Nana. Nana could have her fried fish and Bennett could taste green beans for the first time. Please note the three bibs her slightly neurotic mother put on her. We have found that one bib just doesn't cut it around here. And that's how we roll at the Webster house.

Oh, and one more thing. Apparently, solids are to Bennett what spinach is to Popeye. In the past week since we started her on solids she has started talking even more, can sit up on her own for a few seconds at a time, and can stand on her own with us barely holding on to her. I say lower the Olympics qualifying age to 3 years. All she needs is some solid foods and a balance beam.