This Girl just amazes me sometimes. Tonight’s meal consisted of cashew-crusted tilapia fillets, baked sweet potato (yes, the same ones from Grandma’s garden), and asparagus. I parked the girl on my lap (she was being a bit needy, and I wanted to eat dinner before eight o’clock tonight) and proceeded to eat my oh-so-delicious meal.
I felt her little eyes watch my first bite all the way up to my lips.
Then the second bite.
Third bi– Here. Here is where she let out an impatient squeal. Apparently, she too wanted to have some of my dinner and was becoming increasingly alarmed that I did not appear to be sharing it with her.
I did what every other parent has done since the beginning of time. I picked up some of the sweet potato, mushed it between my fingers, and popped those fingers in her eagerly opened mouth.
And she couldn’t get enough. She’d grab my potato-y fingers with her own hands, push more and more sweet potato past her smacking lips, and bite her nubby gums down on my fingers over and over, slurping enthusiastically.
Every time I picked up my fork to feed my OWN eager mouth, she had a near tantrum. Seriously, this is a girl who apparently has the world of food opened up to her, and I’m standing in her way!
She already had a good deal of rice cereal and bananas tonight, so I have a hard time believing she was that hungry.
I could be wrong.
And here is an artist rendering of what the night of sweet potato madness might have looked like:
