Sunday lunch

The last time we tried Henry with Sunday lunch (here) was almost a year ago. Today's was marginally more successful - he stabbed at bits of carrot and chicken and scooped up mash with his fork and got some in his mouth, to be swiftly spat out followed by a loud "yummmm!" - it appears that texture not taste is the problem! Still he tried everything and while he was playing with it Neil and I could eat our dinner in relative peace.

I have 3 nights to go, and am actually counting them down. At least last night was so busy it went past in a blur.