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Eleanor truly does it all. Aka, she can hold the baby in her lap and at the same time eat dinner, hold a conversation, and sip her glass of wine all while keeping Clay's hands, head, and clothing away from said meal. I, on the other hand, can hardly eat my own dinner without getting it on my hands, head, and clothes. I think it stems from a complete lack of self-awareness when food is in front of me. Needless to say, when Clay is placed in my lap, I will glance down only to notice the hole in his helmet covered in little lettuce leaves and tortilla bits.
Most discouraging of all, I've watched Clay try to eat a bowl of oatmeal, and he's lucky if a fourth gets into his mouth. This could be a genetic thing.
Note From Eleanor: I was prepared to write something snarky, but actually I am in complete agreement with the entirety of this post. I really am kind of amazing. And you really do eat like a six-month-old.
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