As messy as front row seats at the Gallager show.

Feeding Poppy last night was a train wreck. Every time we put a spoonful in her mouth, she would not spit it out so much as spray it out! Using her new-found raspberry technique, she would p-l-l-l-l-l (or however you would spell the raspberry sound) peas, sweet potatoes and bananas all over hitting mostly herself, Tilly and occasionally Mommy and me.

And all we could do was watch, laugh, and reload!