The Foodie

Last night Peter was being the naughtiest he had ever been in his life. We aren’t sure why. Was he hungry? Tired? Were there diaper issues? It could have been any or all of those reasons, but whatever it was made him loud and thrashy, with an attention span that needed expensive scientific equipment to measure. Fortunately it didn’t last too long. Later in the evening he was sitting on my lap on the couch while his mom was feeding him little bits of chicken. She had been putting them directly into his mouth, but then she put it up to his hand so he could feed himself. Only he didn’t feed himself. He turned around and started putting his chicken bits into his dad’s mouth. Later on he gave me some apple, too. It’s endearing, but I hope he’s not trying to fatten me up. My waist is expanding enough on its own, thank you very much.

 

It should be noted, though, that Peter is giving up on baby food, and will now make an effort to get whatever his parents are eating. If you are in his field of vision and you are eating something that isn’t strained or mushy, you will find yourself being climbed like just another obstacle, as a hungry hungry hippo tries to sample your chow. The only thing to do is fast whenever we’re near him.