I started feeding Mandy solids after a terrible week of putting up with a hungry baby. She started eating like she'd been doing it her whole life, gobbling down bite after bite of rice cereal mixed with formula. After 3 days of me gloating to myself at my baby-feeding skills, she decided she hated rice cereal. I am now mixing the cereal with apple sauce, but she still spits and cries with every forced bite. I wish I knew if there was some tragic incident that turned her off of solids because I am tired of getting a spit bath with every bite.
No Mandy did not have a her hair colored between picture number 1 and picture number 2. Her natural color is a reddish blond, but I tried a new technique with photoshop and ended up with these slightly off colors.
I am still looking for my correct answers in the following post. I talked to my Grandma Bonnie on the phone and she correctly guessed the tractor is pulling a disk. Good job! She also knew what a dead furrow is (she and my grandpa used to farm row crops), but I am going to leave that one open as well to anyone who wants to take a guess. The winner gets bragging rights on farm lingo proficiency.
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