Baby Food

I will not feed my child anything that I have not yet tried myself.

That sounds reasonable. It all started when I was sitting down to feed Darth Baby when I wasn't sure of the temperature. So I popped a bite of "peas" in my mouth to make sure it wasn't too hot.

Although there was a picture of peas on the outside of the jar, what was inside had the consistancy of curdled milk and the flavor of something usually reserved for post digested foodstuff.

However, it came to me as an epiphany that I could provide the world with critical data that it so desparately needs. I will help all parents. I will rate babyfood so you won't have to!

Here is a short list of the flavors and what I think. I will add too it as the list grows. Understand that with each flavor will come a color code indicating how bad my baby's skin reacted (she has allergies to foods) based on the food. Yummy, Now lets dig in! (white no reaction, pink some reaction, red bad reaction, red alert yikes its gonna be a long day!)

"Bananas" or as I like to refer to them as "what the hell did I just put in my mouth. white

"Peas" well at least they taste like vegatables. Just a little pre digested and bland. red

"Green Beans" remarkable. Put it and the peas together and I would never be able to tell them apart. Its like comparing chewing on cotton balls with chewing on cotton underwear. red

"Apples" this is the best. Thin applesause you could drink with a straw. It is now my number one favorite drink, and it comes in convenient shot glass form. white

"Pears" same as apples

"Peaches" yuck, but mostly the same as apples.

Although that finishes the stage 1 foods, you must understand that what I will post next should be feared at all costs. What follows might offend those of weak constitutions or of a gentle palette. I won't hold back. Since we can't offer anything that has peas or beans (wiping out 60% of the choices) we had to look for more creative choices.

Growing Up

It happens every once in a while that my oldest will come bounding around a corner the look of her will catch me off guard. She's just a baby and there she is wearing her little twirly skirt, reading a book to her sister, or curling up with the game boy. I just can't describe the angst and fear that little by little she won't be my baby any more.

I really struck me yesterday. When its in your face, you are really prepared. Like when she is moving through some major event. The first day of kindergarten or the first time she finished an entire book on her own both strike me as days when she seemed bigger than life. But its the subtler days that really leave that eerie nostalgic feeling deep in your gut.

I can't even tell you what it was yesterday that did it. It probably was a thousand little things. Some phrase she picked up at school or from me that she repeated in a new context. Or the way she wore her hair or flicked it out of her face.

Luckily she continues to remind me how little she still is too. When she comes out of bed in the morning still clutching her blankie. Or when she goes through her stuffed animals trying to decide which she will sleep with. Or, my favorite, when she will jump into my arms just to be held.

Of course, now when she jumps into my arms, I better be ready! She has jumped more than once and I thought we were both going to bite the ground.

I don't know what the future holds, but I know that I am loosing my hold on her little by little. Luckily I have two more to hold on to!