Monday, November 28, 2011

Foodie fail

Prunes.

A few hours after I wrote that last post and bemoaned my fate as the mom of a kid who would only eat rice cereal, we trucked out to Target and spent a great deal of time in the baby area.  I picked up some khakis and some little boy blue jeans for Evelyn.  (Girl blue jeans have pink stitching on the hems and pockets, and I didn't want the pink to clash with her non-pink clothes.  Important fashion purchases over here!)  Then, because it always comes down to food with us, we wound our way over to the baby food aisle.  On my mom's advice, I grabbed one of every fruit-type baby food and then some weird little cereal things that will contain 10% of your daily....kale serving or something....if you eat almost 100 of them.  Infant finger food is weird.

At the last moment, Cody declared that prunes would be something Evelyn liked because he just "had a feeling."  Cody rarely has feelings (ha!), but when he does I trust them.

And so, because Cody and Evelyn are inherently sneaky people and weird ones to boot, Evelyn's first successful enjoyment of baby food was prunes.

Not simple bananas, not the local pumpkin I roasted and mashed for her, not the organic pureed peas in a jar that smelled disgusting because it was peas, not mashed up carrots mixed with milk, not whatever else we'd been trying.  I could have eaten all those bananas myself!

Prunes.

Prunes mixed with corn starch and preservatives and I don't know what else because I didn't read the label.

Cody mentioned to Evelyn that his dad enjoyed prunes occasionally, so maybe there's something genetic.  He fed her about half of a container of scary-looking prune....gloop and then she was done.  He was really excited to give her the rest of it today.

(I have noticed that Evelyn seems to enjoy/not-resist-so-much eating rice cereal and baby food when Cody is the one feeding her.  It's like she already knows that food preparation is her dad's department.)

Alas, I did not take any pictures of the prunes-eating experience because my sweet child looked like she had a mustache and goatee made of chocolate pudding and I was unsettled.  The transformative power of prunes can be unsettling at times, though.

Prunes.

So, to change the subject from my confusion and mild disgust, here is a (very) brief video of Evelyn last week.



There's not much to it other than her odd little smile and some messy hair, but I think that's enough.

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