So after reading your comments and watching my son attempt to swipe all food that was anywhere within reach of his grubby little hands, I decided to give the food a whirl. Plus, he's really against eating in public, which complicates matters when we are out for the day.
Notice: If you see some tall lady with great shoes (ahem) laying on a bench trying to nurse her son, that would be me. Our trip to the zoo had me attempting to thaw a bag of breastmilk under cold water in the restroom sink.
Wow. Now that is an asspain.
Sadly, he associates eating with sleep. But who am I to complain about that? There are way worse things to associate with sleep, so oh well, right? I can pack a bottle! And milk! And food.
So, I tried some sweet potatoes mixed with breastmilk -- I'm calling it 'Momtatoes' -- you like? Or maybe 'Boobietatoes'? And it just came right back out. Off that tongue and into hands, feet, hair, and everywhere else. Bib, schmib? Seriously, what are bibs for exactly except another thing to wash?
I'm not sure if it was the right time, or the right food. But I'm not giving up just yet. But for now, sweet potatoes (or Momtatoes) have clearly one up on me, and every single piece of clothing both he and I were wearing this morning.
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