Eat like a big girl, poop like a big girl

                                                            
Blythe loves food.  Not in a “Sure, I’ll have some of that” way, but in a “Gimme that now, or the monkey gets it” sort of way.  For a while she was satisfied with pureed vegetables, beans or whatever.  As long as she got to have something put in her mouth with a spoon, like the rest of us, she was happy.  But now she’s had a taste of the good stuff, grown folks food.  Little pieces of what we’re having can’t be eaten fast enough, so these days I just put it in the food mill for a minute and plop it on her tray.  Her eyes get big, her hands shake, and she shoves as many handfuls into her mouth as possible.  When finished, she leans back in her chair, covered in slop, and has a look on her face that can only say, “Mmmmm, gooooooood.  Me want more.”    Her favorite, so far, is chicken and dumplings followed closely by last night’s dinner, fettuccine primavera.  Alison prefers hers without sauce, but Blythe is all about the creamy tastiness.  And yes, she actually sneezed fettuccine later.