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I remember the extreme caution and neurosis with which I began the solid food introduction with Goldie. Rice cereal had received a lukewarm reception and when we spent her sixth month in Mexico I proceeded to have an MFO (Maximum Freak Out) over my friends introducing her to sugar in the form of freaking Coca-Cola and ice cream and letting her suck on steaks. When we returned home I lovingly prepared homemade purees of organic chicken and carrots and watched as my baby gave me the finger and spit it in my face. It turned out that she really liked food of a much less bland variety and is frequently seen slurping down curry and heaping salsa on her food.
And so it goes with my little newly toothed second child. Rice cereal was decidedly Not Tasty. Carrots make her lips curl. Oatmeal with applesauce is hit and miss. I was beginning to think that the mouth pucker was permanent as I stocked my pantry with various purees of the Gerber persuasion trying to find SOMETHING that would pass her lips at seven months.
I wouldn't say that we are Foodies, exactly. David is a trained chef and that was his career in a previous life many years before me. I like to cook too. Mostly, however, we like to eat. Obviously. Whether it is something foi gras or ramen we really don't care. Do you have a lot of it? Good. We are not picky and we hope the same for our children. Goldie is good to go, but Roob? Ruby is my little wild card.
Then tonight we all sat down to a bowl of my homemade split pea soup for dinner that coincidentally was inspired by the new look of this blog. Ruby was doing what Ruby can often be found doing at any given moment these days: screaming. I scooped her up and continued shoveling in the green stuff thinking to myself that the cayenne pepper and extra onions were indeed a good idea when I saw Roob's little beak open wide each time I waved the spoon over her head. Alright, I thought, I will put a little on my finger and give her a little taste. She liked it. Ok, so I'll get a spoon for her and give her a bite. And I'll be damned if that baby didn't polish off a good quarter of a cup of chunky split pea and carrot and garlic with extra onions and cayenne pepper.
Atta Girl Roob. This means you can stay.
And so it goes with my little newly toothed second child. Rice cereal was decidedly Not Tasty. Carrots make her lips curl. Oatmeal with applesauce is hit and miss. I was beginning to think that the mouth pucker was permanent as I stocked my pantry with various purees of the Gerber persuasion trying to find SOMETHING that would pass her lips at seven months.
I wouldn't say that we are Foodies, exactly. David is a trained chef and that was his career in a previous life many years before me. I like to cook too. Mostly, however, we like to eat. Obviously. Whether it is something foi gras or ramen we really don't care. Do you have a lot of it? Good. We are not picky and we hope the same for our children. Goldie is good to go, but Roob? Ruby is my little wild card.
Then tonight we all sat down to a bowl of my homemade split pea soup for dinner that coincidentally was inspired by the new look of this blog. Ruby was doing what Ruby can often be found doing at any given moment these days: screaming. I scooped her up and continued shoveling in the green stuff thinking to myself that the cayenne pepper and extra onions were indeed a good idea when I saw Roob's little beak open wide each time I waved the spoon over her head. Alright, I thought, I will put a little on my finger and give her a little taste. She liked it. Ok, so I'll get a spoon for her and give her a bite. And I'll be damned if that baby didn't polish off a good quarter of a cup of chunky split pea and carrot and garlic with extra onions and cayenne pepper.
Atta Girl Roob. This means you can stay.
posted by Kirsten at
8:19 PM
4 Comments:
Yeah for the non-picky eater!!! L is the same way and R is still my wild card, but he has decidedly flipped ME the bird on any of my purees, so....
Maybe he just wants the Columbian food the Wife cooks because it seems like everyone else in the house (me included) prefers her cooking.
Yeah, Natalie is our wild card too.. I keep thinking "oh no, Natalie is going to hate food!" Because seriously, she's never even been a fan of formula. She eats it, but you can tell that she's not diggin' it. So, with inspiration from you, I will go ahead and give her something real to taste. And I guess I'll find some other good use out of the HUGE box of Gerber Oatmeal/ cereal. Facial masks?
HAHAHAHA, I love the facial mask idea.
That Roob is a keeper, kerstin...
And I would totally love it if you would invite me over for some soup. C'mon, it's only a million or so miles away. You can keep it hot, right?
I love this post and all your posts. I imagine that the way you write is just the way you talk.
And your new template is kick-ass.
Do you want to be friends?
:)
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