I think I mentioned that Sam can now easily open and close the baby gate to the kitchen. Yesterday a rustling and a clatter caught my attention when I was otherwise distracted. I got up to find that Sam had been trespassing, had rifled through the kitchen cupboards and pulled himself together a nutritious and tasty snack comprising of
a jumbo jar of Marmite,
a fig roll,
and a pot of stewed apple.
He had then climbed into his highchair and was struggling to pull the foil from the apple sauce container. He had a spoon all ready to go too.
This was after he had had a huge lunch. I do feed him. He’s such a bottomless pit of stomach.