Eating big-people food!

My Momma lets me eat big-people food once a day now! The first thing she tried was ground-up spaghetti. Ooooooh, was it good... and today I ate left-over cajun rice. Actually, my Momma was going to have it for lunch herself. But when I saw it, I started pounding my tray with my hands, and started yelling "Mmmmmh! Mmmmmh!" the way I always do when I am hungry... so she gave me a spoon-ful. And I liked it! This was a surprise, because it had a decent amount of spices in it, and onions too. But I ate a full baby-bowl of it. And topped it off with a quarter of an apple. Yum!

When I don't feel like eating something, I just pretend I don't know it is there. I become pre-occupied with something on the ground, or I start playing with my hands, or I just close my eyes. The key is not to make visual contact with the unwanted food. The leading theory is that it will just go away by itself when treated in this fashion. I have rejected pumpkin that way several times now, with is unfortunate for my Momma, because she has several pounds of it in the freezer. Thankfully, I am not very particular about most food. The things I don't like are very sensible things not to like. I mean, peas? Come on! Pumpkin? Maybe that's just a phase. I used to like it. Banana? Yuck! I just spit it right back out.

When I do like food, on the other hand, I get very enthusiastic. I open my mouth like a good little birdy, and if my Momma or Dad doesn't keep the spoon coming, I get impatient. I also say "Mmmmmh! Mmmmmmh!" now when I get hungry. If I do this while rubbing my head on my Momma's chest, I want her yummy milk. If I crawl around the room saying "Mmmmmh! Mmmmh!" then I want something else.

That's all for now. This post was really just an excuse for my Momma to post her new favorite picture of me. Now I am stinky, so my Momma needs to give me a new diaper. Talk to you later!