Seriously. MJ has been fantastic at the food stuffing of the face. As in, can't get enough of the broccoli. And I was proud. I liked to think it was my commitment to making all her food from scratch. And because I'm a fantastic cook.
But it turns out none of these statements are true. She is no longer my showcase stuffing-of-the-face child. As in, I will eat blueberries, blueberries, and more blueberries, until even my poo smells like blueberries. It makes diaper changes kind of pleasant, but then you realize you're enjoying the smell of her poo and remember that that's gross.
And furthermore, she now picks up the food off her tray that is not deigned worthy of her lips, looks at me, lifts up her tiny baby arm and dramatically drops it on the ground. She then says with a french accent "How dare you feel mama-smugness! I will show you!"
On a side note, today I was teaching my students about methane clathrates. And one student volunteered a cheerful tidbit about some kids who were saving poo in a jar and trying to get high from the methane.
