Here lately Ava Rosa has been pestering us while we eat. She will come up to Rob and just stare at him. If I am at the table eating and she is in my lap, she pulls at the plate trying to get what is one it. She is also notorious for picking up ANYTHING off the floor and eating it. So I thought well, maybe the poor girl is just hungry. I sat her down in the high chair with smashed carrots in hand.
Lets just say that she HATED "real food" She couldnt get it out if her mouth fast enough. Even resorting to gaging after the 3rd bite or so. I was laughing so hard I had tears rolling down my face. I guestemate that only about a tablespoon made it down her throat before I pulled the plug on the whole thing.
So at 8 months old she is perfectly content with what Elijah calls "mommy milk" or "tea" depending on what side shes on ;-)