(The Sometimes Futile Attempts at) Feeding a Baby

4 Aug

This is the last meal that I’ve  fed Walt successfully.

This dish is make up of a saute of eggs, quinoa, fresh tomatoes, and freshly grated Parmesan cheese.  What makes me crazy is that while Walt enjoyed the entire portion (while taking his fat little hand and pushing the spoon I was holding to his fat little mouth with zeal), Walt refuses to repeat this meal.  He even refuses to repeat any elements of this meal.

When we first started giving him solids I was so excited that he was keen to try (and seemed to like) everything.  But now that Walt has tried everything, he’s realized that, while food can be fun and exciting to smear, toss, and feed to the dog, breast-feeding is where it’s at.  And I must admit, I’m a sometime member of this club too.

Feeding Walt solids involves:  the prepping and cooking of the food; the placing of Walt (often unwillingly) into his chair, the slow process of a combination of feeding Walt and helping him feed himself; keeping the dog at bay with my foot; the removal of food from all surfaces (both organic and non-organic); clean up of baby from the chair; dismay at the collection of food in Walt’s crevices; washing of all clothing involved in the feeding; finally, doing dishes.

Feeding Walt breast milk involves: sitting on the couch.  Yep, that’s it.  And it takes about one tenth of the time.

This is the other problem.  As mentioned above, Walt’s a fat little baby and I’m not currently worried about his wasting away – this baby has fat deposits like a Botticelli muse.  So, I’m finding it hard to get all worked up about skipping a solid meal or two (or all).

Maybe I’ll just do the holistic, earth mother thing and let Walt decide when he’s ready.  I’ll be really in tune with my baby and read his subtle cues.  The journey from breast milk to solid food will be on that we take together, symbiotically not parasitically.  We’ll emerge from this experience stronger, wiser, whole-er.  Or maybe I’ll just wait until Walt finally fits into his skinny jeans.  Because, guys, my baby is totally a Carrie.

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2 Responses to “(The Sometimes Futile Attempts at) Feeding a Baby”

  1. Rose August 4, 2010 at 3:25 pm #

    3 Questions:
    a) What are the brown bits? Does Quinoa come in that colour?
    b) Should I be waiting for a recipe?
    c) What happens when teh skinny jeans sag out in the bum or the feet don’t fit through the holes?

    • CheyenneVyvyan August 4, 2010 at 6:58 pm #

      a) Quinoa – Yes, red! It’s really pretty in real life or as pictured in good photography.
      b) I pretty much just put it in a pan with butter because I assumed W wasn’t going to touch it.
      c) The apocalypse.

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