The other day I got my camera ready to snap some photos of Jake eating messily, endearingly. What I ended up catching was a far more wonderful moment.
But first, how polite is Jake, sitting up straight with his hands folded?
After a few bites of pureed something-or-other, he got pensive.
I would even say, philosophical.
But then he heard someone at the door. Who could it be?
Bon appétit, lovely baby.