Which came first? In Bea’s case it was tiny morsels of chicken carefully placed between her lips until she gummed them into submission, followed by a very smooshed up egg yolk and then a good play with both on her high chair tray.
Dessert was a bath.
But before the chicken, or the egg, came banana.
Grandad had requested that he should be the first person to introduce Baby Bea to the delights that come all packaged in a sunny yellow peel. I acquiesced and Bea only got to taste the wallpaper mush of oatmeal or rice cereal before Grandad arrived in town. What a happy couple they made as Bea delighted in the new taste of strange fruit while Grandad absorbed every little coo and shriek she made. It was at such times that one really began to notice the uncanny similarity in appearance between Grandad and his darling grandaughter.
Grandad wasn’t the only one in on the feeding act. Nanna also relieved me of feeding duty for much of the fortnight. Little Bea had lots of quality one to one time with the grandparents, as long as they were wielding a food filled spoon.