Jack has started eating solid food, which means Bryan and I have started draping him, ourselves and our furniture in plastic coverings in a futile attempt to keep things clean. But you can't really drape his face, or he wouldn't be able to eat, so the end result is that every night around 6:30, Jack's face looks like this:

Believe it or not, he swallowed some of the food as well. Our lil' Popeye loves his spinach!