6/22/2004 08:09:25 PM|||Amy|||If you will feed my baby for me. Winston has always been a good eater - or at least, she was a good eater once I stopped trying to maintain her on a diet solely composed of breastmilk. My kids, er, suck at breastfeeding. They just never really got the hang of it, and I never really could successfully sustain them properly. However, once Winston in particular started getting solid foods, she did really well. She sat calmly and watched the spoon loaded with carrots or applesauce or pears or green peas glide toward her mouth, and then like the obliging little miracle she is - she opened her mouth, allowed the food to be placed gingerly inside, then closed her mouth and swallowed. Now, however, those magic days are numbered.

Winston has decided that there are many way more fun things to do than eat. I put her in her little feeding chair, I show her the glorious and colorful mashed up shit she's about to taste on her tiny tongue and she immediately flips on her belly and does cartwheels across the room. Sometimes she'll pause for a split second to pick some dangerous morsel of unwholesome goodness out of the carpet before she careens off into the distance.

It's getting to be a tiny bit frustrating.|||108795350579371564|||I will do [almost] anything for you