We distinctly remember her first eating the pepper, then tomato and finishing with the watermelon. I guess she was into the red foods. But as we began cleaning her up, we noticed a small piece of red pepper wedged between her cheek and gums. She somehow managed to store that little piece of pepper while eating tomato AND watermelon. mmmm... such interesting food combinations.
This is not that meal. This is a different, much cleaner meal.
Watching her eat sometimes breaks my heart. And not just because she's growing up. Ok, well that's a big part of it. It's thrilling to watch her figure stuff out. But there's something else that breaks my heart. And this is the part that makes me an ass for the week.
Sometimes my wife will put something in front of VB that is really, REALLY tasty. Like a quarter eaten grilled cheese sandwich or the aforementioned Italian bread. And I know that the majority of this will end up on the floor, and I even think to myself, that's too good to end up on the floor. I should just.... and I take it.
Yes, I take food from my baby. But only when she's almost finished and I'm SURE she's not going to eat it! That's okay, right?
Well, I did that yesterday for lunch. A slice of Italian bread was left on her tray. When my wife went to get a wash cloth to clean up, I snatched the bread and popped it in my mouth and was instantly rewarded with one of the more disgusting textures I've ever tasted. I neglected to realize that my daughter had spilled water all over her tray soaking everything on it. I guess I got what I deserved. I think she may even have planned it.
I can already tell she's going to be smarter than me.
