Baby Food

I'm just going to come clean right here, right now, as a mom, and declare something I'm not proud of. I do NOT like feeding my kids. Sure, I'll make them their meals and give them snacks, but actually feeding them? No way.

See, I like food. I really enjoy it. A lot. I want my meals to be about me eating. And me enjoying the food I prepared. Not about me spoon feeding my children their food. That, my friends, would decrease the joy of my meal. And that's a no go.

Another deal breaker is begging and counting down the number of bites until they can be excused. Nope, I don't go for that either. They can either eat or not eat. It's their choice. But I won't be making them sit at the table crying until they eat "x" more bites. Again, that would decrease the joy of my meal. And I don't want that joy decreased at all.

So our children have learned to feed them selves from early on. Survival of the fittest I say. They eat what we eat. Or not. If they don't feed themselves the food I make, they don't get food. Or help. They just go to bed hungry. And eat a whole lot the next morning. Which is fine by me. Because I enjoyed my food. And food is my focus at dinner time.

However, I can not not feed a sixth month old. He needs help. I put off feeding Henry baby food for as long as I could. Finally, I had to break down and do it. Spoon feeding baby food is the worst. It smells. It's lumpy. And it gets everywhere. I really loathe feeding my babies baby food. I try to get them through the baby food stage as quickly as possible. At the first sign of teeth, it's cheerios and veggie puffs at meal time. No spoon feeding necessary. Then I'm golden. Back to enjoying my meals once again.

But I think I may be seeing my last days of spoon feeding. My answer? Gabriella and Gwen. They love to feed Henry. They're my ticket to enjoyable meal times. It's well worth the mess they make on Henry. And he's pleased as punch that those two little girls aren't as fast with the spoon as I am. Every now and again he gets a hold of that spoon full of squash and he's pretty proud of himself. See? Every one's happy.

And two little teeth have just popped up. So it's on to finger foods and no messes once again. But Henry does look pretty cute in a mess. That, I will miss. But to the spoon feeding baby food-good riddance.

Just so you don't think I'm horrible, I want to clarify this post is not serious.

Okay, it's a little serious.

Fine. I meant everything I said. But I do love my children. I just really love food too.