Actually I lied: it was sweet potato apricot that tuckered him out. The other morning while Wes was having second breakfast he sort of got glassy eyed and was completely zoned out. I just sat quietly and rested the spoon on the tray while his head drooped and his eyes fluttered. Poor guy was too tired, he fell right asleep in the high chair!
That's about how I feel by dinner time. :)
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