I like to taste Clare’s baby food.
So, I like cookies.
I eat them for breakfast, after breakfast, after lunch and before and after dinner that is ever since I started nursing. I know it’s unhealthy. I swear I’m going to change … tomorrow.
Andrew likes savory stuff. Beef Jerky baby. Meat and potatoes kind of guy. Spinach just like Pop Eye.
When we had Clare we wanted her to experience all different kinds of foods. We didn’t want to limit her or let her limit herself either. Of course there are a few things that we just hate eating, peas being one of them. They taste like dog’s breath smells…if you get my drift. The only peas I’ve ever liked were cooked by Cindy Bauchspies and that, I’m convinced, was some sort of magic.
So we let Clare try everything but her favorite foods are:
You guessed it… PEAS!
So this evening, in an attempt to “unplug” her. I served up a nice dinner of watered down prune juice (vomit!) and a mixture of homemade yogurt, peas and carrots. I tasted it as always and it tasted like DIRT! Bleh! Seriously. It tasted like I went out the garden, took a few spoonfuls of soil and plopped it into my baby’s dinner dish.
How could I feed this to her?! But I had to. That’s what that one book or website or friend said to do! So to help the vile concoction go down I made Clare this delicious piece of warm buttery bread (whole wheat so as not to hinder the prunes and peas from working). I drooled as I cut it up into little pieces.
“You have to have three bites of the gross stuff before I let you have a bit of buttery bread. Ok?” I said.
Well, HooHa! That girl didn’t want anything to do with the delicious bread.
“More peas please!” said Clare. “What? You got a problem with peas? I like ’em. Deal, Mom.”
And she emptied that bowl…right down to the last drop.
The reason I craved dirt during my pregnancy is suddenly becoming more and more obvious.