Monthly Archives: May 2013

Fat Angry Baby

Oh man.

Alice recently turned 7 months, and I decided to take some pictures of her. I took her into our bedroom, sat her in the white rocker and started snapping.

DSC_0317She played with her feet, she twisted around, she smiled, she cooed.

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She even started getting a little sleepy.

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And then, something started a-brewing. The first sign was that her cheeks suddenly appeared twice their normal size.

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I love big cheeks, so I wasn’t complaining one bit.

And then, suddenly, Alice was no longer exactly looking like Alice. At all. In the blink of an eye, she had turned into . . .

Fat Angry Baby.

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From whence she came, I don’t know.

She wasn’t even angry at the time. Or fat–though I LOVE fat babies.

If I hadn’t been the one to take these pictures and someone had shown them to me and said “look at this baby,” I would not have recognized my own daughter.

Let’s take a closer look.

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I don’t know who this is . . . but I LOVE HER.

And I love her with a mustache too.

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(incidentally, this isn’t the first time I’ve added hair art to a baby–it’s wildly entertaining)

Who are you, Fat Angry Baby? And can I please squeeze every bit of your squishy, angry baby body? AND CAN I PLEASE KISS YOUR CHINNY CHIN CHIN CHIN CHINNITY CHINNYCHINCHIN OVER AND OVER????

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Ma’am, you’ll have to get in line and apply for a baby-squeezing permit. Demand is high and there may be an additional 90-day waiting period for chinnity-chin-chin kissers.

Okay, Fat Angry Baby. Anything for you.

And then . . .

DSC_0371Alice started to come back.

DSC_0370DSC_0369Fat Angry Baby was gone.

DSC_0376Wasn’t that a good trick, Mom? she¬†laughed.

Wasn’t it?

DSC_0377Will I ever see Fat Angry Baby again?

I can only hope.

Please report directly to me with any sightings.


Foodie Baby

I have always hoped that our kids would have adventuresome palates. With my love of food, variety and spice, the thought of a picky eater who would refuse anything but chicken fingers seemed rather dreadful.

When Alice was 5 1/2 months, we started her on solids. I had no idea how she was going to respond, and tentatively approached her with some carrots I had steamed and pureed that afternoon.

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She took to it like butter to a muffin.

Within weeks, she was eating about 14 oz of solids per day (!), and devouring anything I offered–carrots, peas, squash, sweet potatoes, chicken, lentils, spinach with garlic, Greek yogurt, Chicken Tikka, pureed coq au vin, tuna salad, chicken salad, any kind of fruit . . . everything except for avocado.

She even went gangbusters on a lemon.

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And in the first 3 weeks of starting solids, she gained 2 pounds.

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Whoa.

I’m guessing by now she’s put on another pound or two, which is surely helping her in her mission to move all over the face of the earth, scooch by scooch, and put everything she can find into her mouth. Go Alice go!

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But back to the food part! To this day, before her little mouth even makes contact with the spoon, she makes the most hilarious faces of skepticism.

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I think she’s anticipating, unsure of what her taste buds are about to experience. But she’s game to try whatever’s there, so in goes the food . . .

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. . . and the little face goes through a series of expressions that might seem like disgust to an untrained eye.

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She makes dramatic grimaces and looks at me with a face of great uncertainty. What are you feeding me??

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But after about bite #4, some kind of switch turns and she becomes RavenousBaby, leaning forward towards the spoon and smacking her little hand on her thigh or the table. More! More! More!

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Picky stages will most certainly come and go throughout her babyhood and childhood, but at this moment I am so thankful that she’s game for whatever I put in that little plastic bowl.

She’s my favorite baby. She’s just tops. And she’s MINE!

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