Firsts
April 15, 2009I have always adored the first year. So many new things to try, developments in personality, and my personal favorite has always been the first time my babies try new foods.
Punkin has been growing like a weed the past few months. She is now 10 months old, sitting by herself, entertaining herself, sleeping mostly through the night, and bringing such joy into our home.
Last weekend she went camping for the first time. She did really well, but I am saving that story for when I finish editing the 250+ pictures I took (I am almost done I swear). Last night though, I captured one of my favorite moments. Punkin tried Spaghetti for the very first time. We took off all her clothes, strapped on a bib, piled some on her tray, and sat back to watch.
She seemed confused and even nervous at first. Touching with one finger, moving it around for awhile, then finally the magic moment happened. She placed one small noodle into her mouth. I wish I had the camera when that grin appeared, but I didn’t even think about it till she was double fisting the spaghetti into her mouth.
One word describes the scene: ADORABLE!
I can hardly believe she’s even the same person as that little newborn! Very sweet.
Question: if stripping her down to nothing, why bother with the bib?
I bothered with the bib because I didn’t want to make my hands gross and covered in spaghetti when I picked her up. I wanted one clean area that I could handle while getting her into the bath. I didn’t want her clothes to be covered in red sauce, but I could bleach a bib…
This coming from the person who won’t touch raw chicken without laytex gloves on… I don’t do squishy.
Good answer!
Thanks!
The raw chicken thing — a lot of people have that. I’ve read that people use frozen chicken instead.
Punkin is so adorable. I guess she grew from a peanut to a pumpkin?
I actually do use frozen chicken a lot… But when I do need to handle raw, I break out the gloves.
Punkin’ is definitely round enough to qualify as a Pumpkin. She no longer looks like a princess peanut to me, and her nickname around here is Punkin… which made things easier.
What a cute photo!!!!
(do you wear gloves changing diapers? Just curious. Diapers are WAY worse than chicken
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“This coming from the person who won’t touch raw chicken without laytex gloves on… I don’t do squishy.”
… and finally. the tie that binds. i have finally uncovered our secret alliance. yes, april, THIS is the soul of why we are friends. it all makes sense now. i feel so… connected.
lol. only, seriously.
Timber, I don’t wear gloves when I change diapers, but I scrub with major soap after… And if some of the doo doo happens to get on me, watch out, I will use all of our hot water to make sure I am clean again.
And Zoo, I knew that there had to be something deep down that connected us. It just felt deeper than ninja, deeper than pie even, it is the sisterhood of squishy avoidance
whoa! slow down there, skippy. don’t tread on my pie!
but there is something sacred about the avoidance of squishy. i will give you that.