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Hi, again.  Sorry for the outburst; things seem to have returned to normal, which means I’m back to being fairly sane as long as I don’t hear about any mythical “sleeping through the night” -type babies.  It’s like when Wile E. Coyote runs off a cliff or Peter walks on water: I’m okay as long as I don’t look down.

ANYWAY.  I thought it might be good (and service-y!) to write a post with some more detailed information about how we do food around here, since Bunny and others seem to have come away with the false notion that I have some idea what I’m doing.  The Bean knows we need to go buy Sugar an anniversary present, so naturally he’s napping like a doped cat — this is not typical, let me just point out — so rather than wait around for a good narrative and structure to come to mind, i’m going to make bullet points while the sun shines.  (…so it goes without saying that I’m continuing this hours later, right?  Right.  With no present purchased.)

Item: The Bean eats at the table three times a day; it was two until recently.  He eats a fair amount, and he definitely does not go down for naps without those meals.  He eats some combination of whatever we’re eating right then (he loves scrambled eggs with cheese and broccoli), whatever leftovers we have in the fridge, and usually something we’ve made just for him.  I try to make sure there’s some protein and some vegetable on offer.

The Bean and I demonstrate the ice tea spoon technique.

I keep a supply of extra spoons on the table because he likes to take them, and the day I found myself snapping at a seven-month-old for dropping a spoon on the floor is not high on my list of Best Parenting Moments.

I am going to drop this spoon, and I am going to look good doing it.

Some things the Bean likes to eat:

  • WAFFLES!  OMG, the waffle-love.  We (read: Sugar) make these yeast-risen ones once a week or so and freeze most of them.  A quarter waffle, toasted and cut into three narrow wedges, is a good distraction while we get other food ready.  (If you haven’t tried yeast-risen waffles, YOU HAVE NOT LIVED, waffle-wise.  Bittman drives me crazy for a whole host of reasons (COUGHpretentiousprivilege-blindgrill-obsessedsnobCOUGH), but I’ve got to hand it to him on the overnight waffle recipe.  Except use butter on the waffle iron.)
  • Banana pancakes, which also do pretty well frozen and toasted.  The way the kid puts those away makes me think he’s part locust; he’s one-tenth my weight, and he can eat more of them than I can.  I fear adolescence, I really do.
  • Mashed sweet potatoes.  Boiled, mashed, frozen in ice cube tray, microwaved and served with butter.  Yum.
  • Sweet potato fries.
  • BANANA.  At least one a day.  And here’s where Sugar is a genius: she figured out that instead of peeling the banana and putting it in a bowl, you can cut the banana in half crossways and USE THE PEEL AS A BOWL.  It fits right in your hand, and keeps the banana from drying out in between meals in the unlikely event the Bean doesn’t eat the whole half (?) in one sitting.  This is the kind of thing ninjas would do, if they spent less time jumping out of trees and more time thinking about ways to make housework efficient.


  • Cheerios.  Cheerios and cheddar bunnies (read: hippie goldfish) are a fabulous stroller/subway bribe.  We also usually throw some on the table at mealtime to distract him from hollering in between bites of other food.  Spoons require transit time, kid.
  • Cheerios and banana combined into a thrilling little amuse-bouche, like so:



  • Eggplant, particularly in pasta alla norma, but raw and fallen to the floor is also devoured.  Weird kid.
  • Apples.  He likes to scrape his teeth on a raw one, but mostly he eats ones I’ve cooked in water on the stove (or sometimes the oven).  Lately I’ve served them with ricotta cheese in an attempt to get more protein in him.
  • Bolognese sauce.  Big pieces of pasta are fun to pick up and try to eat; the fancy organic pastina with the baby farm laborers on the box is, like all grainy foods, abhorrent.
  • New Orleans-style red beans and rice (only not the rice so much, see above).  This fills my heart with gladness.  Also, anything else with beans.
  • Sardine pasta.  Yeah, I don’t know.
  • Pumpkin muffins.
  • Donuts.

Which brings us to:

Item: I have no problem giving him sugar.  None.  This could be a secret confession except that I really have no problem with it, so it doesn’t feel confess-y. In lieu of a real post, some sub-items on the topic:

  • He loves to drink water with and after food, so I’m not so worried about his teeth.  Neither Sugar nor I have problems with caries (one risk factor for his potentially having problems with cavities), and Sugar, who works on a pediatric dentistry project some of the time, is constantly looking at his teeth.  She brushes them, too.
  • I reject the societal freaking out about the “obesity epidemic.”  I just do.  Obesity exists, yes, but — and I could write a whole, whole lot about this — I don’t think being hyper-controlling is any help.  So help me God, if the Bean ever comes home with a report card that includes BMI, THERE WILL BE BLOOD.
  • I am vehemently, even rabidly, opposed to rules about food.  Habits, okay, but not rules.  In my world, rules about food have been tools for learning to stop listening to my body, which has been the path to lots of sadness and terribly unhealthy behavior.
  • I don’t really hold with the idea that exposure to sugar means you’ll helplessly crave it forever and eat nothing but bon-bons until you expand to fill all available space.  I’m hopelessly grounded in my own experience (as usual), but I grew up in a house with easy access to lots of sugar and yet I have less of a sweet tooth than most people I know.
  • I don’t think lack of exposure means you won’t crave sugar.  Human beings like sweet things.  That’s in our nature, and I don’t think exposure changes that much.  It’s kind of like original sin that way.

Whew!  For a really good time, ask me what I think of reduced fat products.

Item: Turia asked about adding water or breastmilk/formula to food.  Early on, we did that.  We would mill whatever we’d been eating and add enough water that it was easier for the Bean to swallow.  He’d let us know if there wasn’t enough.  These days, we don’t, nor have I used the mill in a few weeks.  We either break foods up a little with the spoon, as with red beans, or cut them up small, as with yesterday’s shrimp curry or this weekend’s pasta norma.


Not the world’s greatest picture, but you get the idea.

Item: I’m not sure what I think of vitamins.  His doctor — whom we really do love — told us at four months to start giving him trivisol, so we duly brought some and let it sit on his shelf for months.  (THIS I do feel a little confess-y about.)  More recently (read: MUCH more recently), Sugar has been giving him some at bedtime.  I hate that, because he smells like blood when I nurse him and…gross.  Then I did a bunch of research into the history of vitamins, which left me feeling pretty cynical about the whole business of supplements for people who aren’t at real risk of beriberi or pellagra.  On the other hand, I also just read quite a bit of history about lead poisoning, and NO, THANK YOU.  (This matters because low iron can make it easier for your body to absorb lead.  Also because it scuttles my plans to make the Bean earn his keep in a paint factory.)  I think the Bean will get his lead levels checked soon-ish, and I’m glad that’s standard around here.  So expect either smugness or panic on the vitamin front some time after that, I guess.

Item: I just asked Sugar what else I should tell you, and besides reminding me about the Bean’s love/hate relationship with seltzer (drinking it = love; listening to the angry farting of the soda stream machine = hate) and how he has been eating the lemon wedges out of my water glass, she said, “I don’t know.  I don’t feel like we’re really DOING anything.”  And that’s just it: we aren’t.  Three times a day, we put the Bean in his chair and offer him three or four different foods, some of which he eats.  If he finishes them, we offer him more.  Between those meals, he nurses, eats cheerios, and scavenges among whatever waffles and sweet potato fries he’s dropped on the floor.  If I’m eating something and he’s interested, I share it; if I’m trying to put away groceries, I offer him bits of whatever leftovers are in the way.  It’s all pretty low-key.

Early on, I had a brief panic that we are now responsible for offering him a balanced diet, whatever that is.  Ack!  I’m going to break the baby, I just know it!  I’ll forget about taurine* or something and he will WITHER AND DIE.  …but then Sugar pointed out that in fact, we do eat a balanced diet.  Right.  So maybe, just maybe, he will survive.  Humans have been surviving, even without food pyramids and RDA percentages, for quite some time now.  Yes, I know none of that matters because foods are all frankenfoods now and we can’t eat well like our ancestors and all that, but frankly, it’s hard for me to imagine that any of my ancestors who lived prior to the 20th century ate as well as we do, in terms of sufficient calories, variety of fresh food, and access to nutrients.  They didn’t leave the old country because things were perfect over there, you know?  Nor were things so great over here, most of the time.  I keep thinking of this old cajun man in a Calvin Trillin piece about a crawfish-eating contest in Breaux Bridge.  I’m too lazy to find it, but the gist of the story is that this man, who had been the reigning champion for years, had been forced to retire because he’d been put on a limited diet by his doctor.  Trillin asks him if he is sad to sit out the contest, and he says no, that he’s had many years of eating well and that, “there been kings who didn’t eat as well as me.”

Sugar and I do a couple of basic things to ensure that we eat well: we cook almost all of our own food, we mostly buy organic or minimally processed ingredients (when available at a reasonable price, which is where the hippie coop comes in), and we vary what we eat.  It’s taken both of us many years to become confident in our bodies’ ability to balance themselves, but in general, I think we do pretty well.  I’m sure we’ll have periods of panic about what the future Bean is or isn’t eating at a particular moment**, but right up there on my list of top parenting wishes is that we can save him the years of struggle it took us to get here.


*That’s a little cat-lady joke, for the lesbians in the house.  Where my cat ladies at?  Starhillgirl?

**Really, I’m just terrified that his teenage rebellion will take the form of tedious veganism.  (I did a (very) little of that in my day, but only to support an eating disorder, so it wasn’t the evangelical strain.)

44 thoughts on “Edibile Items

  1. I think it all sounds sane and fabulous.

    For what it’s worth, I grew up in a house where sweets, cakes, candy etc. were severely rationed. Whenever my sister and I were given sweeties as a gift (this was Southern Europe. Giving the children of the house sweeties is Standard Guest Behaviour), my parents would take them off us and put them out of reach and dole them out after meals, one at a time, and everyone in the house had to have one too. Of our sweets. Of MY sweets. Punishments often involved being denied our own sweets while everyone else got to have one. My parents never gave us sweets otherwise and we only had cakes and puddings on birthdays, Christmas, or dinner parties we were being allowed to stay up for. My mother was paranoid about our teeth, and my step-father thought giving kids treats spoilt the kid, hence the taking our candy away and forcing us to share. This was supposed to make us naturally generous and prevent us getting a sweet tooth. Umm. As soon as I had pocket-money and privacy, I would buy my own sweets, hide them, and binge, and spent my ENTIRE TEENS AND TWENTIES fighting with bulimia and compulsive eating behaviours. No, not because of the sweet-deprivation PER SE, but the mishandling of it became the giant symbol of Things That Were Wrong In That Family. Whereas my sister became an anorexic with a drink (and worse) problem. Both of us, completely unable to deal with our desire for gratification, completely unable to separate treats from love and security, because we’d never been allowed to want something, try it, and decide for ourselves when we’d had enough. Kids I know who were allowed control over their gift candy, and whose parents didn’t make any kind of deal over the occasional presence of cakes and cookies and candy about the place, even if they occasionally ate too much and felt sick (Halloween tradition, I believe), may have sweet teeth but theirs are satisfied by the occasional sweet. For me, no sweet is enough. One sweet is too much.

    My much younger youngest sister was bought up differently (divorce, marriage to saner person, yada yada) and she likes cakes and she also likes spinach and she is a perfect weight and healthy and energetic and doesn’t bother her pretty head about calories and diets and low-carb recipes.

    So, for what it’s worth, letting Bean set his own eating agenda is a good thing. Sugar (as in refined carbohydrate, NOT as in his parent, obviously) is not the enemy (That sounds like I’m hinting Sugar-Parent is the enemy. No no no no no. English is HARD, Barbie). Being unable to take it or leave it is the enemy, and that is a behaviour bought on by NOT being allowed to set your own eating agenda, learn what you do and do not like, learn to recognise your own body’s ‘enough, thanks!’ signals. I wish my parents had been as sane about food as you are.

  2. “I reject the societal freaking out about the “obesity epidemic.” I just do. Obesity exists, yes, but — and I could write a whole, whole lot about this — I don’t think being hyper-controlling is any help. So help me God, if the Bean ever comes home with a report card that includes BMI, THERE WILL BE BLOOD.”

    Huzzah! Common sense! I get so pissed about this idea that we have to limit our kids’ diets to vegetables and chicken because sugar is bad, salt is bad, carbs are bad, lactose is bad, gluten is bad etc. etc. blah.

    I read a post about that not too long ago — Maybe the world is starting to see sense.

  3. ‘Cheerios and banana combined into a thrilling little amuse-bouche’ – LOVE!

  4. also love the cheerios and banana amuse-bouche! if only there was a Toddler Top Chef! 😀

  5. Those waffles WILL be breakfast tomorrow! Yum.

  6. I want to eat breakfast at your house — homemade waffles and banana pancakes? Yum. The Bean is super cute, and I think that he sounds like a fabulous eater and that your approach is very normal and sane. There is also a hatred of all foods grainy here, but curried red lentils and hummus are both super popular and good protein sources. As is plain yogurt, which is the favorite food EVER. Definitely harder for him to feed himself, but tasty a good vehicle for loads of other foods. But now I have to go buy a waffle maker because I must have some of those waffles. Yummm.

  7. Great post! We started solids on the weekend when E. stole the banana I was eating out my hand. We’re introducing foods slowly because of the MSPI issue, and I think we’re going to do some finger food and some puree. Where did you get your ice tea spoons? I love that idea.

    This article was in our newspaper on Saturday and made me think of you and Sugar:

    If it is any consolation- E’s other baby friends are ALL up twice a night too. There was one freak baby who was sleeping through the night, but she’s stopped doing that of late and now often wakes up three times in the first two hours.


    • So I posted this and then went and read your reply to my other comment, and now I know hearing about babies who are up at least twice a night is not helpful. Mea culpa.

      • No, no, NO. MEA culpa. MEA MAXIMA CULPA.

        i really need to get a device hooked up to my computer that doesn’t allow me to type unless my blood caffeine content meets some minimal level. there is just no call to carry on flaming my own comment threads like that.

        (i can say this because we’re back in the land of two wake-ups, so i’m sane-ish. and mighty chagrined.)

    • thanks for the link! always nice to see some good press.

      the spoons came from chinatown, ages ago. very unhelpful. but there’s nothing so magic about them that some other long-handled spoons couldn’t replicate.

      • E. woke up FOUR times last night after I went to bed, so I do understand what crazy-ass sleep patterns do to us. I wonder if we will ever return to sane, and not just linger in sane-ish? I started trying to work on my dissertation again this week, and could weep (well, did weep) for my lack o’ brain.

        Have you tried the banana trick where you cut off a chunk at the end (near the stem part) still in the peel, and then just peel off about an inch or so of the banana? That way the baby can hold onto the stem, and then gum away at the banana that sticks out. It’s working really well with E.

        • the banana trick sounds intriguing — but i tried it and failed miserably. i think i’m not understanding it right. you should do a food post on your blog with a picture!

          — your bossy blog buddy, bionic.

  8. I hate these epic posts because there are so many things I want to respond enthusiastically to that I get all tangled up in my enthusiasm and forget several important items and then my baby wakes up and … I guess I should just be grateful that you post at ALL, huh? Let’s see. First, love the adorable Bean and his adorable face. And I love the way the photos manage to look all food arty. Second, I was denied sugar as a child and am now a rabid sweet tooth with no control who can devour candy bars like no one’s business. Thanks, mom. Though yeah, probably I’d have been that way regardless. The one thing I’m grateful for is that denying me soda resulted in finding it totally disgusting, which I do view as a benefit. Next, I continue to take comfort from the idea that I can just do what seems logical and have it work out. I find myself in the SHE WILL SURELY DIE OF SCURVY phase right now, and even went so far as to look for a book on BLW at the library. There were none, so I looked at one tattered old thing on food and the moment I say a bunch of tables and charts I pretty much freaked out. My worry is that we don’t eat a balanced diet all the time. I’m vegetarian we don’t eat protein with every meal. And maybe I’m not sure when I’m allowed to give her eggs and cheese and blah blah blah. Anyway, I guess I can just make an effort to give her protein and hope that over the course of a few meals it will work out. Finally, Bun Bun now wakes up several times a night. Usually just twice, but some nights four or five. Ummm…think that’s it. Oh, and thank you for providing this service. It is genuinely useful info!

    • In the immortal words of Liz Phair’s bar-tending friend, Henry, “you’re lucky to even know me. You’re lucky to be alive.”

      The tables and charts freakout. Yes. I know that one. But really, if it were that easy to screw this up, would our species be so successful? Lord knows we’re dodgy at reproduction, so we must be pretty good at staying alive once we’re here, I figure. The vegetarian thing does make it a little trickier, I suppose, but you’ve survived okay, yeah? The Bean eats tons of cheese, for what it’s worth. Eggs, too. Sometimes at the same time, even. (And my obsession with protein is mostly based on knowing how utterly I fall apart without a plentiful amount of it. Clearly, your mileage varies.)

      The only things we aren’t giving the Bean are honey and uncultured/cooked milk. His ped said everything else was fine, just to avoid anything I am sensitive to. No black currants for him, poor dear.

      As for scurvy, just do make sure it’s fresh lemon juice in her grog, and don’t serve it in copper. Done and done.

    • A few easy, vegetarian solutions – beans, lentils, whole grains, eggs, and cheese. You’ll be fine for protein. No tables needed, I swear. Technically you’re supposed to avoid egg white until the first birthday to decrease the chance of an egg protein allergy, but I don’t know how strong the evidence really is for that. (My pediatrician told me that no egg whites til one is the party line but by the time she got to her 4th baby – they started egg whites at 8 months.) At any rate, my baby loves egg yolks straight up. I fry myself 2 eggs (i like them cooked through) and just cut out one of the yolks for her. And when we don’t have anything green on our own plates, I pull out some frozen peas or green beans, stick them in the microwave, add a little butter, and voila, BabyC has a balanced meal:) Don’t worry, scurvy is for sailors!

  9. What a good eater! And SO cute!!

  10. 1- Liz Phair makes sense of everything. 2-This is a great post. I love your laid-back attitude about feeding the Bean, and agree that rules about food are unnecessary, and in some cases, harmful. Eating is a loving and fun act, and should be taught as such. I bookmarked this post for when my wee one begins the great exploration of food! Well done. (now I just have to learn how to cook)

  11. Lovely post, but what I really want to know is what you think of reduced fat products. Hee hee.

    I have to admit that reading this post gave me an emotion that is probably akin to the emotion that you feel (or used to feel until recently) when people tell stories about their 3-month-olds sleeping through the night. Eggbert will be four this month, and she has still agreed to ingest fewer types of food total in her lifetime than the Bean at 7 months. I have no idea what precipitated her fear that we are constantly trying to poison her, but ever since we introduced solids, she’s been convinced that anything new (or anything green, or anything red, or yellow, or orange, or any color other than white) must be filled with deadly, foul-tasting toxins. It’s loads of fun for foodie parents, as you can imagine. Please doubly enjoy your gorgeous son’s open-mindedness and enthusiasm about food, once for you, and once for me.

  12. first: he is adorable!
    second: “Sugar and I do a couple of basic things to ensure that we eat well: we cook almost all of our own food, we mostly buy organic or minimally processed ingredients (when available at a reasonable price, which is where the hippie coop comes in), and we vary what we eat. ” — sounds perfect!

  13. I love this post – no surprise, since I love the combined topics of babies and food. And from a nutritionist’s perspective, I think you are doing great. I 100% agree that the most important thing is that you all are having fun eating together and that there’s no pressure around eating too much or too little or this but not that. From a comparative perspective, we humans can really survive on crap. We evolved as omnivores with such diverse diets (unlike the cat – I’m such a nerd I totally got excited about your taurine reference!) around the world that it doesn’t take much for us to meet our nutrient requirements, especially if we actually eat real food. That said, babies are growing and developing rapidly so good nutrition is way more important for them than it is for us adults, which is why I worry about babies that live on pureed peas and carrots (and why we fortify cereals).

    Sadly I had a very unfortunate incidence with food poisoning at our local waffle place. I don’t know if I can ever eat them again, and this makes me very sad.

    On sugar, my hesitation about exposing BabyC to much of it now is that I don’t want her to hit the picky toddler stage and only want sweet things. I’d rather that she doesn’t know what she’s missing for a little bit longer, so I’m just not offering her much in the way of refined sweets for now.

    BabyC hated the iron drops too, and I gave them to her all of 3 times before I gave up. I hated the smell, especially since she would spit them all over the place. I wonder if Bean really needs the iron supplement at this stage? It sounds like he’s getting plenty in his diet, so I wonder if you could just give the Tri-Vi-Sol without iron (because I think a little vitamin D is a good thing). I’m not a doctor, just a thought.

    • wow, it is really good to hear from a real, live food professional that the baby might not die without the iron. i am going to add that to the list to discuss at the next appointment.

      yay for amino acid nerdiness.

      • every time we get checked into the hospital (sad that i can say that so casually), they keep trying to get bunny to take those nasty multivitamins that he has now learned to gag up. luckily, our pediatrician supports our boycott although she does encourage vitamin D which dragon usually remembers to give him.

  14. 1) I, too, had an unfortunate teenage-vegan phase!! Then I started craving chocolate chip cookies. With eggs.

    2) My hefty toddler eats peanut butter on bread nine days out of ten (we do give him a vitamin, because… toddlers) and then chows down on tofu and peppers the tenth… and hasn’t gotten malnutrition yet. I think they balance it out, more or less, really.

    3) I give Bug sugar too. In moderation (“When that cookie is gone, you can have something else, like yogurt”). And one day, he ate HALF a chocolate-frosted chocolate cupcake and then told me “All done!”. I was so proud. He ate what he wanted, and then he was all done! Moderation is a good lesson.

    4) We also give (single) M&Ms as rewards for potty usage, fingernail cutting, and shots at the doctor’s office. Hey, it works! Sugar is good stuff!

    5) MMM waffles. I set a waffle iron on fire once- the metal caught fire.

    • nice. i’ve only recently even managed a fire in my microwave — my friends say i am developmentally delayed in that respect — but i have inherited my mother’s ability to shatter cast iron at a touch. well, she can do it with a glance, but she’s had longer to build her powers.

      i am so impressed with #3.

  15. I might have to come and live with you. Sorry about that.

    • apparently we are all moving to charlottesville, with starhillgirl. it will be the best. sugar can make pie and shg’s chickens will lay us nice eggs and pkit can chase the possums away.

      i will sit around making witty rejoinders and j will lie around looking pretty and you will immortAlize us all in ink (and the bean will hit my shift key at random). it’s all settled.. good.

  16. I’m here! I’m here.
    Please move to cville so I can have you at my school and hold you up as the paragon of sensible parenting that you are.
    Also, more cat pictures, please. Some cat/baby pictures, maybe?
    Also the second, cat lady crack and Liz Phair reference? In one post? Good lord.

    • i know, right? just when i’d lulled people into thinking i might not be that kind of lesbian.

      really, i’m just planning to save up all the crazy and have a blow-out in his teen years. i’m going to buy his friends SoCo AND send him to military school. and have an indiscreet affair with the school’s headmistress, too.

      okay, i’m kidding about the SoCo. some things are over the line. we’ll stick to jim beam and have “beam team” shirts made up for everyone.

      • Sweetie, wouldn’t it be “team beam” in this new era of Team Edward, Team Jacob, Team Alice (Sigh), etc? I know you love my low-brow reading references the best.
        All that said, I vote for Wild Turkey and letting me have a crack at the headmistress, too.

  17. great post. great comments. are they always this good? i usually reply to yours early. i think i may be missing a lot in doing so.

    anyways, i love your approach. i’m starring your food posts in my reader and reading parts of them to my wife as we go.

    bunny is really into food. he watches us eat, intensely, and has been doing so for over a month now. he reaches for everything and wants desperately to eat whatever we’re having. he’s not quite where he wishes he was with the actual eating part, though. although he loves himself some apples to suck on and is apparently quite a fan of baby oatmeal, he winces and spits out more than he takes in. he actually threw up in major projectile fashion last night when we made the mistake of trying to show off by letting him slurp on a piece of seasoned steak at a social gathering. stupid baby tricks gone bad. we’re learning.

  18. and i forgot this: your son is so freaking cute! love him!!!

  19. one more. sorry. for anyone who asked about ice tea spoons, these munchkin spoons have nice long handles and will most likely do the trick. we got them for $4 something at tar-get, less than they are on amazon.

  20. Ok, I’m late the commenting/reading, but I wanted to say I’m loving the food posts. We hope to do a version of BLW and it’s always great to lower my expectations early. Or, rather, help align my brain to reasonable expectations. I think what you did sounds like BLW to me – you listened to your kid. But I also haven’t read an actual BLW book yet, so I don’t know the whole theory. Anyway, you’re doing great!

    Yeast risen waffles are one of the best things in the world, yes.

    I also HATE the “obesity epidemic” and cringe when people talk about fat babies and show headless fat people on the news. Have you read “The Obesity Myth?” I’ll admit that I only read the first few chapters (with fervor and outrage) then didn’t finish the book (hello ADD), but I loved his framing of our obsession with weight/fat and how our nation’s fascination with the obesity epidemic is a thin veil for our obsession with being thin. Also, I was horrified to see that one of Goldie’s pediatrician forms from her TWO WEEK checkup had her BMI calculated on it. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

  21. That is brilliant banana tip! I’d been eating half of one, then grinding the other half into pulp with my bare hand and letting Tatoe nom my hand with gleeful abandon.

    And thanks for sharing the rest of your semi-strategy with us too. I’ve been driving myself nuts trying to make and puree delicious organic carrots for Tatoe. Which he of course wants nothing to do with because we’re not eating them. He wants to get a face full of pizza and the whole carrots we’re eating with it. I made pie filling out of apples and oatmeal the other day. We both loved it. I’m going to try just giving him mashed up iterations of our meals and see if that goes better.

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