Table Baby

by thelifesavour

Whenever we move house, which happens a lot, we always make sure there is a table, or at least space for one.For my Italian husband, a house is not a home without a table.

And so it should be no surprise that our daughter, all four and a half months of her, loves to lie tummy down on the table top, arms and legs out as though in flight and head up, staring intently at the yellow plastic spoon, the red cherry tomato, the green water bottle, eating them all up with her eyes.