Sorta Cute, Kinda Weird

Abbie eats with a visceral ferocity that would put most wildlife to shame. She eats like she’s never eaten food before. Her entire body convulses with delight when she sees a spoon. The anticipation that food is on its way is too much for her tiny body to bare. And if the food is not presented immediately the excitement quickly evolves through a serious of carnal responses ranging from frustration, despair and ultimately rage.

From the first sight of food until the food is put into her mouth, Abbie sets herself on a path of no-return. If she sees the food and doesn’t get it…basically, we’re all fucked. “Must have food!”

And when she finally gets the food, she eats with such gusto, such sated fulfillment of life. With every spoonful she grunts a very loud, “mmmmmmm.” And she expects spoonful after spoonful in a timely fashion. There’s no lollygagging around when it comes to Abbie and her food. It’s all eyes on the road when you’re in the driver’s seat with Abbie. When she’s ready for another bite you better be ready. That means there better be another spoonful right in front of her lips. If not. Well, then, you better just pack up your shit and leave. Abbie’s got no time for you and she’ll look to someone else to do the job better.


She likes to feed herself fruits with her mesh teether. She’s a pit bull with that thing, tearing and ripping and gnarling. “Mmmmmmmmm!”, “mmmmmmmmmm,” “aaaaaaaaargh,” the entire time. You’ve never known a voracious appetite until you’ve seen my baby eat.