So the mess begins. I had to put Emy in the high chair this morning. She wanted to eat my oatmeal with her bare hands. I gave in and dragged it out and set it up. Got a big grin for my efforts and one heck of a mess afterwards. At least I can say she tried to eat breakfast today. Got to love old fashioned oats. Nice and soft but still chewie and easy to swallow. I wonder what I’m going to do for lunch.