have two words for you all today: SOLID FOODS.
Milkula may need yet another moniker soon (I hope I hope I hope) as she is now eating cereal, some mashed banana and applesauce. I'm NOT going to repeat the mistakes I made with Minitaur, who didn't wean until he was 2 (gag) and to this day thinks chicken nuggets are the staff of life.
I remember Plosh feeding him avocado once and me, stupid me, saying, "Oh no, I don't think a 10-month-old should be eating that, should he?" Moron! Communist vegetable hater! What was wrong with my 39-year-old self?
Now that I'm 42 and much wiser, I have a better idea what to feed baby:
1. Chili peppers: the sooner she develops a taste for these, the better. I'm sick of all these namby-pamby kids who cry about their mouths hurting. Tough! Peppers are loaded with Vitamin C, capsicum wards off cancer and is a natural antibiotic. I'm thinking pureed, or cut into strips with some ranch dressing.
2. Garlic: the hubby complains it gives him gas. Feh. If I can get Milkula hooked, I can conspire with her to sneak it back into my cooking. It wards off vampires and is also a natural antibiotic, and life isn't worth living without it. Perhaps I'll roast a few cloves and smear them on crackers for her.
3. Tea: it's the world's most popular beverage, separating us civilized folk from the coffee-swilling hordes. It's also loaded with antioxidants, comes in every flavor imagineable these days, and is traditionally shared with teddy bears in floppy hats. I can't wait.
I think I'm going to enjoy this. Maybe too much. Okay, so Milkula developed a head-to-toe rash the other week, with hives the size of dimes all over her pudgy body. I rushed her to the pediatrician, who shrugged and said "No idea."
She suggested I wait a week or two before trying any new foods, but two weeks have elapsed and I'm giddy about the possibilities.
C'mere, my little poblano! Heh heh.