...I would argue that it is sometimes the pain in things that make you appreciate them the most... it is my unconditional willingness to endure the middle-of-the-night feedings, the cleaning up of vomit, the screaming for no good reason, etc that makes me realize how much I love my child and love raising him...

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Baby Dinner Drama

The newest thing in the baby food ballet is that I now stand over my son and have to dance or lean around the highchair to where he is directing is mouth. Sometimes I am leaning to the left, then I move to the right, then he turns his head and I walk around to the other side of the chair. I often find myself slipping the spoon into his mouth as he goes to say something or yawn. Sometimes I guess wrong and the openning of the mouth is followed by a cough or sneeze... boy does that end badly.

I absolutely trick him to start eating. I have found that if I just sneak in the tiniest bit of food to prove to him that I am not trying to get him to eat poop that he will then start openning up and eating. Of course, sometimes that backfires because, little did I know, he now thinks peas ARE poop so that ends the entire dinner experience right there.

And the saga continues...

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