Table for one?

Audrey tasted her first solids on March 9th. One part rice cereal to three parts milk, making a thin yet elegant entree of gruel. She was enthusiastic, though whether this was for the food or the spoon, we weren't sure. She swallowed about half of what was offered, and the rest ended up on the bib, and on me. All told it was a much tidier affair than her last visit to the changing table, where the contents of her diaper (apologies to those with delicate sensibilities) had made it all the way to her armpits. I used to find it shocking that parents would discuss that kind of thing. Things have changed.