Shower of Love

Now that Amanda is almost seven months old she has finally started eating solid food on a regular basis. However, you have to take the word "solid" with a grain of salt. I wouldn't call anything that you can drink solid, but that's how it's referred to in the baby world. Since she is my last baby, I wasn't in a rush to feed her solids. I've done it two times before, the excitement is kind of over. I'm not sure if my delay was due to the fact that I want to hold onto her babyness just a little bit longer, or because I don't have a lot of time to sit her down and feed her properly. I have to schedule things just right to even nurse her - before we go get this one, after we drop off that one - and she has eaten more than one meal in the car of the preschool parking lot. But to actually sit her down in a high chair, put on a bib and feed her with a spoon, that takes time and preparation that I don't always have. But when she reached six months old I knew we'd have to dive into it, or she'd still be nursing when she went of to preschool, and I really didn't want that.

At the same time, Amanda has taught herself how to blow raspberries. Believe me, it's cute, but not something I would have taught her. She does it quite a bit, especially if she's sitting in her car seat or somewhere where she's not doing much else. Like her high chair. You guessed it. You would think she's busy enough while learning the art of eating from a spoon. But no, now I have to sit there and try to avoid being bombarded with bananas, applesauce, rice cereal and oatmeal on my arms, pants, shirt and face while she spits away. All the while she's pretty happy with her performance, smiling away. It's hard to be mad at such a cute little thing, especially when she's so proud of herself, but I may have to start wearing my raincoat during meal time.