Genevieve has officially gotten the hang of eating solid foods. Much like her sister was at eight months or so, she goes all in, leaning against the high-chair tray and eying the spoon with frightening intensity. When the spoon is in-bound, she opens her mouth precisely wide enough to admit it, then closes her lips tightly to hold it in place while her little tongue sweeps off the carrots or prunes or rice cereal or whatever. I can actually feel the spoon handle shift as she gets every last particle of food. Then the lips pop open again, the spoon's ejected, and she watches carefully as I refill.
Through the entire process, she keeps her two little pink fists up at shoulder height, shaking them gently if she's happy or forcefully if the food doesn't arrive fast enough - which is often. One night I jokingly told Julia that Gigi's cries were her way of saying, "Keep it comin', Pops!" Now Julia supplies that translation whenever it's needed, and even today said to Shannon while she fed Genevieve at lunch, "Keep it comin', Moms!"