{Food} In Which Emma Barely Tries Apples

I made some delicious homemade applesauce today.

Emma assured me she was eager to try apples for the first time.

So we went for it.

But Emma mostly made faces.

And stared at the ceiling fan.

And avoided the spoon.

And grabbed the spoon.

And looked skeptical.

And stared out the window.

And picked her nose.

And ate what she found up there.

And generally acted like a goof.

Because that's what she is.

And we love her in spite of {because of} it.