I am starting to realize that when dealing with babies, you never talk about the good stuff. Because when you do, you jinx yourself. Naps, sleep, food...only complain about it when it's not happening; never talk excitedly. Ever.
Pride comes before the fall here, people.
I'll admit, I was pretty proud of our little Bear's food skills. The kid likes to eat. Or least, he did. But now, for whatever reason, in the past week or so, he has put his little tiny foot down and declared that he will not eat solids. Nope, not gonna do it. And now feeding him has turned into an all-out struggle.
It started on Monday when the baby-sitter mentioned it took her almost one and a half hours to feed him lunch. I was a little taken aback. Ninety-minutes for three courses? "Why didn't you just throw in the towel?" I asked her. No reply. And for whatever reason, that behavior has continued to present day. Frustrating, to say the least.
Scotty's new thing is to hold the food in his mouth for as long as possible. He will swallow some of it, but likes to spit more of it out. It's gross. And messy. Just the other day, I found some kale behind his ear. And yesterday, I was feeling crafty so I made hand/footprints of him out of this soft white molding clay. Well, the foot print turned out great, but Scotty's little hand was still covered in mashed up blueberries and consequently, stained the clay. I still framed it; I figure we'll look back at this and laugh.
One day.
I just pray that Scotty has Brian's easy-going, mild nature, and not my own terrier-like determination (read: stubbornness.) And I hope this strange food strike passes quickly as well.
Some shots of the Bear in action:
Pride comes before the fall here, people.
I'll admit, I was pretty proud of our little Bear's food skills. The kid likes to eat. Or least, he did. But now, for whatever reason, in the past week or so, he has put his little tiny foot down and declared that he will not eat solids. Nope, not gonna do it. And now feeding him has turned into an all-out struggle.
It started on Monday when the baby-sitter mentioned it took her almost one and a half hours to feed him lunch. I was a little taken aback. Ninety-minutes for three courses? "Why didn't you just throw in the towel?" I asked her. No reply. And for whatever reason, that behavior has continued to present day. Frustrating, to say the least.
Scotty's new thing is to hold the food in his mouth for as long as possible. He will swallow some of it, but likes to spit more of it out. It's gross. And messy. Just the other day, I found some kale behind his ear. And yesterday, I was feeling crafty so I made hand/footprints of him out of this soft white molding clay. Well, the foot print turned out great, but Scotty's little hand was still covered in mashed up blueberries and consequently, stained the clay. I still framed it; I figure we'll look back at this and laugh.
One day.
I just pray that Scotty has Brian's easy-going, mild nature, and not my own terrier-like determination (read: stubbornness.) And I hope this strange food strike passes quickly as well.
Some shots of the Bear in action:
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Who, me?
I will eat the spoon, but not the food you make me
Stinker Bear
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