So, we’ve hit the next stumbling block on the road to holy-crap-just-be-10-already. Last week, I wrote a post about taking your baby on a Disney vacation and which baby food options were the best idea, since we’ll be heading out to Disneyland for a little family fun in April. I noted that she’d only be 13 (almost 14) months old at that point and we’d need to take baby food to cover the trip.
Following that post, I got 6 or 7 very friendly and ever-so-slightly-concerned e-mails. I love that I’ve been blogging long enough to have readers who don’t mind stepping in to give me a bit of advice every now and then. For example: “Our son didn’t eat much baby food after ten months,” and “I think the parks have a lot of options that Eva can eat,” and “If you don’t stop giving her all that baby food, she’ll be the only Kindergartner that doesn’t know how to chew.” (That last one might have been my interpretation…)
Anyway, I got the message and did a little research. Oh, it turns out that we were supposed to be feeding Eva some people food. Things like chicken and fruit and bread and other things that don’t come in jars. Oops. Apparently the baby-food-only stage only lasts for a couple of months.
Fast forward – I went to Whole Foods this week and started to get a little hungry. I had a pouch of baby food in my purse for Eva, but (feeling inspired toward mommy greatness) I decided to buy her some real people food to go with my real people food. So I shopped. And shopped. And shopped. And thought things like this:
“I think she can eat quinoa, but I don’t think she can eat the onions and pomegranate seeds in it. Plus, I didn’t bring a baby spoon.”
“I don’t think she should eat all of the mayo in that chicken salad. Plus, I don’t have a spoon.”
“I bet she could eat some yogurt. Really should have brought that damn spoon.
They have lobster bisque…when they say “no shellfish”, do they mean all shellfish or just cheap shellfish?”
“I know she can eat bread…should I get her a roll? Is it still lunch if I just feed her tons of white bread?”
“Maybe I could shred some rotisserie chicken? Or would I have to chew it first?..because…ew….”
This went on for 30 minutes and, ultimately, I bought sushi. Raw salmon sushi. In my head, she’d be able to easily swallow it. I sort of forgot about the part about it being raw…and fish…until I got to the table and re-evaluated. I gave her some kernels of rice and then gave up and fed her the entire pile of pickled ginger. Yes. True story. My first attempt to nourish the kid without instruction led to a lunch of pickled ginger.
Kiddo ate all of it. I don’t know if that means she’s adventurous or just resigned to my crazy…