I finally cooked up one of our eggs so that Daphne could be the recipient of some home grown goodness.
She wasn't too thrilled.
Up until the past 2 days, she's eaten everything I've given her. 'Everything' includes whatever fruit/vegetable that is ripe at the little farm down the road where I buy all our produce. How wonderful it has been to cook up scores of vegetables that I would never eat myself and making an unsuspecting, innocent baby eat them instead. She's been great with it. Even when she's full she'll keep eating, just with a few grunts voicing her displeasure at having food forced down her throat.
Now she's actually clamping her lips shut when she doesn't want to eat. Her eyes just say, "uh, uh, no way. You can't make me." But in the sweetest way imaginable, of course.
And she looks longingly at the box of her new favorite thing, Joe's O's.
It's all she wants, every meal.
Who let her in on the secret that mashed cauliflower isn't the most delicious thing imaginable?
OK, baby, you can have some O's.
2 comments:
Ha! She looks absolutely disgusted in that first pic!
She finally listened, some of that stuff she was forced to eat was...icky.
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