Kick Kick Kick

Every time we feed Sebby solid food, it's a battle, a fun battle. Out of the blue, he would wipe your spoon away. Out of the blue, he would grab your spoon and shove it in his mouth to chew. Out of the blue, he would kick your hand, and the food would fly everywhere.

Today, he "kicked" it up a notch. He didn't kick my hand with the spoon, but he kicked my other hand with the food container. The carrot flew two feet high. Half of it landed on my shirt.

Gotta pay attention to both arms!