Steak Finger Sassy

We have had some rather strange eating developments for Andrew. He has two very small bottom teeth that appear to have magical powers.


Up until a week ago, those beautiful little chompers have minded their business and let Andrew do his job at consuming only milk. Life seemed to be going great. Then, Andrew discovered Ritz crackers at daycare. Oh, the joy that those round little wonders can create when gnawed on and mashed into an infants hair and clothing.


After a day or so of eating these fancy Ritz crackers, Andrew decides he is no longer a baby. He thinks to himself, "What is the next logical step from breast milk and the occasional Ritz cracker?" He surveyed the virtual cornucopia that daycare had to offer, weighed the pros and cons of each, and decided on a steak finger meal.

The report for the day before, and the other 7 months prior, was always the same: breast milk, breast milk, and breast milk. Today, the report sounded a little different. The very sweet girl in charge of his nursery says, " He had a bottle this (breast milk -good start), he refused apple sauce (bummer), then he ate a whole plate of steak fingers and mashed potatoes." Tap the brakes...

I hung up and called Chris immediately. We laughed hysterically picturing Andrew snuggling into his high with a fresh steak finger basket from D.Q. Dipping each bite into his bowl of gravy and discussing the failing economy and who he planned to vote for.

I called daycare back to make sure we were discussing the same child, and we were. I told her I didn't care what he ate; however, I would like to slow it down with the meat. Now he's full throttle with anything edible, as well as many things that are not.

Welcome to solids, get ready for some weird poop.

:)
Anne