OK so admittedly we’ve been a little absent from the blog for a few reasons. 1. Ella has been teething and nursing and not really interested too much in food. She loves the IDEA of food but honestly she just wants to nurse. All. Day. Log. And that’s OK. 2. Ella had a pretty ugly bout of constipation last week (and one poo that was caught in our new potty) and after that I wanted to get back to milk basics and just let her nurse. Did the introduction of solids contribute? Probably. But more likely the amount of drooling contributed even more. In any case, I wanted to back off and give her gut a break. 3. I’m finding when she actually IS eating it’s usually what I’m eating or what one of the other kids are eating and it’s usually from our hand and I’m looking for a camera or phone and by the time I find one it’s too late. She either swallowed it, spit it out, or lost interest.
In the interest of that I’m going to share with you a phone shot video of Ella eating broccoli Thursday night. In the background you will hear: me talking to Ella, my 11 year old making a knock knock joke, my 15 year old being 15 and my 12 year old talking about my boobs. This is what videos in our house sound like. Every. Single. Time. Unless I tape the other kids mouths shut.
But what I hope you take away from this video, and this blog, is that eating doesn’t have to be some HUGE production. It’s FOOD. It goes it. It sustains us. Period. Last night Ella and her dad and I were at a restaurant having dinner. There were two couples in close proximity with solid food eating infants. They had chairs that fastened to the table, two different sippy cups (with and without straws), three different jars of food, bibs, two different spoons and a container of something that looked like a cross between cheerios and dog food. The moms were feeding the babies while the dads ate (and their food got cold). And the babies? They spit most of the food on the ground.
And us? Well Ella say on my lap and ate an avocado.
That’s not to say all of those things aren’t normal or desirable for some families. Its just to say, geez, I barely had time to get my shoes on before I left because I was running the three big kids around to get them to their dad to celebrate his birthday. So I took my baby. And gave her food from my plate.
They looked at me like I was insane. And I just thought “OK but I’m eating a hot steak right now. Soooo…”