So what is considered eating real food? I mean does nibbling on the bone of a Porterhouse, gnawing on an old potato skin, or sucking on a banana peel really count as eating food? If so, then Miss Mayflower had her first taste of big people food tonight. Sitting her at the dinner table and keeping her from grabbing our food is like keeping a guppy from his H2O. We made the revelation tonight that she is actually much smarter than we ever give her credit for. She has the inborn intuitive ability to bypass any artificial substitutes and dive right into the "good stuff".
Case and Point: At dinner she was sitting on my lap while we all ate. She does her usual "crane her neck and stare" routine while we put ever bite into our mouth, followed by the dive forward to get a hold of any edible items on the plate. This has been going on the last month or so, and we have always managed to distract her with some form of toy or inanimate object. Lately, however, she is learning to do her best Barry Sanders impression and side step all this white noise. This evening I thought, I could put a napkin over my plate (a nice cloth napkin mind you) she would grab it, chew it, and be one happy clam. no no no! She snatched the napkin, tossed it (without even giving it a token taste), and dive bombed for the food (this little girl has some clout I tell ya). As compassionate parents (self labeled of course), we finally decided that she should finally get to enjoy something from our plate. What did she get? A nice, fully eaten, shuck attached, corn cob. I have never seen a little girl (especially this one) be so enthusiastic about chewing on something. She chewed on the cob, the shuck, and every other part of the corn she could find (a bath followed shortly after the corn fun). It was really cute to see the look of accomplishment and pride in this little ones eyes. I can only liken it to the same thing we must feel when we finally achieve any long pursued, "impossible task". There is sure to be many more shucks and cobs in our near and distant parenting future.
That was the fun part of the day. The not so fun, but getting easier, part of the day was her 4-month Dr. appointment/shot day. She was great during the Dr. visit. She laid on the table (tearing the paper sheet apart of course) as content as can be, while Dr. Katiraei examined her. She even tried to nibble on his badge, stethoscope, and opthalmoscope (true sign that she is enjoying herself). After the Dr. though, came the nasty ole nurse (only saying that because she came bearing injections). As predicted, Kylie just screamed while the pokes came (it didn't help that she was half asleep when Galenda entered), but as soon as she got the second shot, I picked her up, she cuddled in and stopped crying instantly. There is something rewarding and satisfying about being able to comfort your baby girl by holding her. I was a proud dad at that moment. Lots of tylenol, nursing, and napping capped the rest of her day (without any post shot blues). Nat and I are locked in with some pre shot nursing and Tylenol. This seems to be the winning combination that makes these visits bearable for both Kylie and us. That is one ride at the parenting fair that isn't broke so we make no intention of becoming handy men anytime soon.
More to come soon,
Craig
p.s. uncle Kyle has been staying with us the last couple days, but tomorrow he heads back to San Diego. Kylie is bummed, but had a lot of fun hanging out with him while he was here.
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| Kylie was all smiles for Kyle's ex-coworker Sarah...Kylie was laughing because she thought it was funny that Uncle Kyle was on his way to get a pedi. |
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| little did I know that I was about to wake up with only 4 fingers |
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| The shucking crime scene...we didn't know what was about to hit us. |
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| Yep. That was the corn cob that would soon be commandeered by our little food pirate |
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| "Hey...did some leave any corn on the cob lying around in here?" |
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| "No?...ok. I guess a red bucket works just as well." |
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