The Oregon Spaghetti Massacre

Claire's eating habits have changed. Arguably for the worse. She would likely not agree.



These pictures were snapped several days ago. Claire seemed unfazed by the camera in her face. In fact, she seemed to invite the attention. Oodles and noodles of it.




It didn't stop here, either.

This morning, I cleaned banana and cereal off the dining room wall. Mom had to get the vacuum cleaner out to extract shards of Wheat Chex littering the crevices of her plastic high-chair seat. Claire no longer eats. She grazes. She waves. She stabs. She smears. She nibbles. She wiggles. She chomps. She squishes. Then, before it's over, she spits it all back out upon herself.

I now know where the English term "bloody" comes from: Their babies.

Any advice would be appreciated. Thank you for your time.