It seemed like every time I fed Babycakes his applesauce or pureed peas, it was a struggle to find a baby spoon. The first few times, I figured it stemmed from being a little behind in my dish washing. Then I just got annoyed and bought a bunch more.
And yet, it's still slim-pickin's when I'm digging through the drawer - as poor Babycakes, or should I say Baby Bird, sits there in his highchair with his mouth stretched open as if to say, "Come on woman, feed me already."
I'm embarrassed to say I didn't catch site of this earlier, but I was tidying up the kids' play kitchen today and noticed a little extra splash of color around the toy microwave. Lo and behold...
And I'm sure you can guess what was inside the toy microwave as well.