like father like son

caleb has warmed up to crackers, after a dubious first attempt. of course, as he is fascinated by daddy, this was somewhat facilitated with a little demonstration on seb's part.

the hardest part seems to be a matter of coordination, i feel a little guilty at the amount of laughing at him i do when watching him try to get the thing into his mouth. he grabs it, wildly, almost never holding it in any practical manner, and then just brings his fist to his mouth, whether the cracker is a presenting part or not.

this leads to alot of gnawing on the cracker's edge while the tip is lodged up his nose, or just being able to lick the flat part but not managing an actual bite. the worst bit is when he gets a smaller piece to a state of half-cracker half-mush balled up in his fist, and knows he wants to eat it, but not being able to reason that he should open his palm towards his mouth, or try to get it with the other hand, he just sucks at his knuckles in a frustrated way, occiasionally pulling his hand away and staring at it like it's defective.

now that he likes them, i would hope to be able to use them during all the road trips we have coming up on the mainland, but for now, they're just to messy, and he essentially ends up covered in a thin layer of cracker goo.

yummo!