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Little One was sitting on my lap during part of Thanksgiving Dinner. I noticed that she, a very observant child, was really into watching us eat our meal. Her eyes would follow our hands to our mouths and then look at what was on our plates. I picked up a spoon--maybe it was the silvery shine that attracted Little One, but she started to reach for it. Since she has already started a little cereal, I thought an ever so tiny taste of mashed potatoes would be
OK to try. (A tale in our family is how our grandfather used to "feed the babies watermelon and the mothers would screech.")
Did she ever go for those potatoes! And lurched forward for more, opening her little mouth like a bird and swooping towards the spoon as I put on another teeny, tiny bit. No yucky, "what is this" look on her face. Pure delight. Big girl stuff. So she got a little more. Maybe it was all in the delivery––the shiny spoon was attracting, as was the cool steel against her teething gums. Or maybe it was the garlic! Anyway, it was definitely one of my favorite things about our Thanksgiving day!
Photo: Little One in her great-grandmother's arms.
What a treat for both of you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a precious girl. And yet another woman begins her long-standing love affair with potatoes. :)
ReplyDeleteThey love real food, don't they. I remember trying to give D & S mashed potatoes when they were little, and they didn't go for them. But then they came to love rice.
ReplyDeleteI like your background too. Seems like we went to the same place.