Why gluttons for punishment, you ask? Well, for starters, I let Baby B self-feed tonight. And the entree du jour was spaghetti. When you're one-year-old and your hand-eye-coordination rivals that of a blind elephant in an earthquake (of course, then you'd have eye-trunk-coordination, but whatever), eating spaghetti is a slimy mess of noodles and sauce in bodily crevices you didn't even know existed. It is, in fact, possible to get spaghetti in the corners of your eyes, for instance. Who knew?
Love, love, love this child. Pudding-y or otherwise.