Yes! It's me! THE BABY. Guess what?
I STILL EXIST.
It seems that Mama has been a tad busy with something involving lots of ridiculous cheering, some tears of joy, and a toilet. I noticed that her blog posts were getting just a tad ... single-minded, so I thought I'd help a Mutha out and take a break from putting everything in my mouth to type out a blog post for you.
(We can credit this skill to Baby Einstein's Baby Christopher Latham Sholes: A Journey Through the Evolution of Typography.)
(And from eating lots of spinach.)
Mom and I were out at Target the other day when she discovered something that she hadn't noticed before (let me note that I had noticed it several times, but, apparently, my speech is difficult to understand):
Squeezable baby food pouch thingys! She started jumping up and down when she found them, something I would love to do if I knew how to stand. I've been on solid food for a few months now and I've noticed that Mama isn't as gung-ho about homemade baby food as she says she was with my older brother. Something about how she's busier now? Anyway. So, I see that my typical run-of-the-mill foods like bananas and apples and pears and green beans come from organic store-bought packages. I think it's safe to say, however, that she isn't super-impressed with the variety, so that's when she whips up more exotic stuff herself, like mango or acorn squash (she tells me she wants to expand my palette, whatever that is). But, the last time she opened the freezer, I noticed her supply was running a little low. And then she murmured something about how she'd like to make more, but, apparently, we were all sick for a week? And now that thing with the potty?
And, supposedly, I was a handful for quite some time, too? (Let's just make a quick note and understand that I am now an ANGEL BABY. Or, at least, that's the impression I get when I'm playing quietly with my toys and look up to see Mama and Dadda staring at me as though I have a growth coming out of my eyeball. What? What's so weird about me playing quietly by myself? Sigh. Parents.)
So, when Mama saw these pouches full of super fun creative flavors, she dumped a handful in the cart. And I think they are delicious. Plus, they're perfectly portable for when you're out and about and need to eat on the go--they squeeze right onto the spoon, mess-free. Score!
So, Mama's friends, there you have it. I hope you have enjoyed this little detour away from potty talk, as I'm sure she will return there quickly.
Time to eat some grass.
Have a lovely day!