One day Barrett woke up and decided he didn't want to eat baby food anymore. Unfortunately for us, we didn't believe him. For a couple of weeks, we tried making an airplane out of the spoon, manically miming eating his food, exaggerating loud "YUM!" sounds, and not-so-surprisingly, nothing convinced Barrett he was wrong about baby food. No longer a fan. He wanted what we were all eating, not that I'm cooking gourmet meals every night, but yeah, I can see how mashed potatoes look tastier than pureed squash.
That beautiful face above is considered clean. Barrett might want to eat real food, but the process of actually getting it to his mouth leaves much to be desired. Sure, practice makes perfect, and this kid is practicing a lot. But after every meal, I pick him up, carry him to the sink, and shake him off as best I can. Then I remove all his clothes and throw them in the washer because everything is a lost cause at that point. And no, a bib doesn't help!
He's tried rice, bread, scrambled eggs, kiwi, avocados, sweet potatoes, pears, mashed potatoes, chicken, noodles, fish, and peas and carrots. Much like his mother during her college years (and years after), he loves the white carbs.
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