Food Week, Day 6: Video Friday

This is from the beginning of December. I, excuse me, WE were listening to the Devo channel on Pandora, as we are wont to do, so you’ll have to excuse the intrusive background music. You know, I often make fun of Baby Daddy here for his love for unlistenable jazz, and yet my music taste is so much more limited. It breaks down thusly:

1. Low fi/indie rock of the late 80s/early 90s such as: Slint, Archers of Loaf, Pavement, Sebadoh, Dinosaur Jr.

2. A certain stripe of rockabilly/garage/surf/punk. Basically if most people ask “Is this a joke?” when they hear it, I like it.

3. New Wave

Though I like to think I know-something-about-slash-enjoy a much larger body of music, the above three categories pretty much cover it. I listen to way more NPR talk radio than I do music these days, which is sad. And when I do listen to music? It’s the aforementioned Devo Radio or Icky Mettle on loop.

Parenthood! Who would have believed you’d actually get cooler, huh?

But enough about me. Here’s what you really come here for. Painfully uneventful videos of babies failing at using tableware.

I hate, hate, how the quotebox function on this wordpress theme italicizes everything and gigundos the font, so no more.

Breakfast: I teach an early morning section MWF so I was out the door before Henry had breakfast today. But I had café brewed coffee and tried to energize sleepy 18-year-olds! We made a huge pot of applesauce recently so I would wager my silly postmodern design travel mug that he had applesauce for breakfast.

Morning Snack: I teach early, then dash home on Fridays so Baby Daddy can head to work. Is stressful. But kind of nice to “finish” a work day and actually get to spend some real time with the kid (rather than drive the 30 minutes back from day care only to put him to bed an hour later). So I got home in time for morning snack, which consisted of dry Cheerios, shredded cheddar cheese, and surprise! applesauce.

Lunch: Henry takes one three hour nap a(t) day(care). Well, he used to. He’s lately been down to just over 2 hour nap at childcare. At home? He does not nap. Or, correction, he will nap if he is nursing. This is not a left-over newborn habit, so stop your judging. We had many months in there where I put him down to nap in his crib and he would go down easily, often taking three naps a day. We had a routine, we did all the right things. But those days are long gone, and  we no longer have any luck getting him to nap at home. And that includes trying out “nap training” with Baby Daddy just putting him down and walking away (what, you don’t farm out your C-I-O work to another caregiver, “just to see if it works but I’m too spineless” etc.? huh.). Where the fuck am I? These daily menus are becoming some kind of embedded narrative joke. The point is–we skipped solid-foods lunch today because Hank took a nap from 12-2! Guess what I accomplished? Nothing! I was pinned to the armchair with a baby who kept grinding his teeth, in his sleep, INTO MY FLESH.

Afternoon snack: Say it with me! Applesauce! (Only because the steamed carrots were rejected, and the dregs of a box of Crispix left over from my sister’s visit were devoured within seconds. The Crispix was a big hit. But we likely won’t be buying more processed cereal beyond Cheerios until he’s old enough to eat it with milk/lust after sugary stuff that we will promptly deny him.)

Dinner: We were soooooooo bored (I know, I was just saying how nice it is to work early so I can be home with Henry on Fridays and here I am admitting to you that by 3:30 I was bored, bored, bored) so we jumped in the car and stole Baby Daddy from work (he had an hour before his restaurant opened for dinner). He hung out with us while I ate a disappointing pub-meal and Henry picked at some mac n’ cheese from the kid’s menu. This is the first time we ordered something for him (not counting times when we have ordered say a side of fruit or avocado). It was kind of thrilling, in a sad, consumerist way, to order him something off the kid’s menu. But it turns out he’d rather have eaten the box of crayons and dinosaur themed paper placemat. And he probably ate more of that placemat than he did the mac n’ cheese, to be honest. [The macaroni, btw, had to be split lengthwise then cut horizontally into small pieces, as Henry is not adept at eating pasta beyond orzo yet]

Second Dinner: Because of the poor showing at the restaurant, I fed Henry again when we got home. He ate a few tablespoons of cottage cheese and a whole container (I’d say roughly the size of a large-ish baby food jar) of spinach-onion-potato-mash. I get so excited when he eats a whole portion of something I never stop to think how many portions total of food he should/could be eating. Also watched him expertly drink from an open cup of water throughout, only dumping the remaining water all over himself and tray after all the food was eaten. So go Henry.

Also? Self-feeding lumpy purees? Definitely makes for bath night.