Sep 17, 2007
Milk is for Babies
Where have my milk fiends gone? They think they want milk, their eyes and gag cry asks for it (gag cry--sounds like they are gagging with head tossed back--this is Bereket's and Sira's hunger cry), doctor says they need it, but they can't stop moving long enough to drink it. Milk is suddenly boring. They would rather spray milk everywhere, swing around the bottle, topple it over a high chair, or simply lose it to chase the cats.
Yes, I know, time to drop the bottles. It's the same story with cups only messier (and I'm not in a hurry to graduate into toddler hood so fast). I love this age, but the drop phase, where baby drops objects and then peaks down to see what happens is not as cool for mama. Tsega clears his tray for me onto the floor when he's all done. Thanks, Tsega-Mega, just for that, no pictures on my blog today.
Food. That's what's exciting, all the glorious textures, colors, aromas, and temperatures. Yet even food gets boring after a few bites so that the boys have to make up games to keep entertained at the high chair. Get this. . . and please tell me my boys are not crazy or bulimic. . . Tsega and Sira have resorted to gagging themselves, complete with fingers down the throat, retching noises, and spittle. This is not a judgement on my cooking or an indication of poor swallowing abilities. They start these terrible table manners as soon as they're strapped into the high chairs before the food comes. The sweeping food to the floor, blowing bubbles in cups of liquid, Bereket's love of balancing fruit on his head (times like this I'm glad he's hairless), the head rocking for the sake of high chair races (yes, babies, slam your head against the back of the chair over and over and watch it move across the room)--these are humorous, but the gagging is gross! Gotta love the way they teach each other bad habits :).