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Food food everywhere

Right now I am in Tarrytown, NY. Working. And trying really hard to not think about how much I miss the ladies. This translates into writing about them instead.

So in the last few weeks we've introduced the concept of "real food" to them. Every night at 6, I put them in their car seats, and strap at least one leg in. (Lily has gotten this pelvic thing going on where she can now lift her butt out of the chair -- sort of scary.) I clear off the island in the kitchen and plop them up there, side by side. This makes the dual feed much easier.

We started with rice cereal, mixed it with formula and served them the gloppy mess. They loved it and sputtered it everywhere. One night I found a dried clump of rice cereal in my hair and thought a bird had shit (shat?) on me. This coming from the girl who hadn't left the house in 4 days. Good times.

We moved to carrots (loved them), peas (again, loved) and now the mashed sweet potato. They get so excited when they see the spoon and crane their necks like these featherless fuzzy-headed birds. Of course by the end of their shared 4 oz. meal, their faces, bibs and often clothes are covered in the evening foodfest.

Personally, baby food mystifies me. In my mind, I know it is just a mashed-up version of specific vegetables, yet I find myself wrinkling my nose. The thought of actually tasting it really grosses me out too. That's weird, isn't it? It might be a consistency issue; the word pureed actually causes a small physical revulsion-type feeling in my tummy.

Yes, it is time to call it a day.

10:35 p.m. 2007-03-13

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