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w July 09, 2003

La Petite Gourmet

While I'm not 100% sure that the above French is correct, most people will get the gist, I hope.

We had a semi-rough night with the Bean...she slept from 8 to 1, woke up and gritched and talked and blew raspberries between 1 and 3, needed a binky replacing at 4 and 6:30, had some milk at 7, seemed to want to go back to sleep, but managed to stay awake through until 10 am (there was some breakfast shovelled in somewhere there). Finally, she is napping. I am pouring coffee down my gullet, and thought I'd pen (type?) a Huzzah to remind myself that I do still mostly adore her to bits.

Thus far, we have been blessed with not only a cast-iron stomach (not even motion sickness), but a brave stomach. There is very little, perhaps nothing, that Bean will not at least try. Now, I haven't fed her straight garlic or tripe yet, but we do feel fortunate that we aren't having any food issues. Apparently, many visually impaired kids can be cautious about unfamiliar food, for obvious reasons (different textures, inability to see what's coming at you on the spoon, potentially more sensitivity to smells and tastes)...well, Bean is defying all those expectations. I'm not saying we won't have a picky eater in a few years, but I'm hoping that every spoonful of miso soup or okra that we give her is another penny in the Bank of Dinner Peace.

So what has she tried? Well...cornbread, bbq beef brisket, okra (fried and not), oranges, orange RIND (I gave her one to play with and she started gumming it), miso soup, broccoli, cheese, yogurt, salmon, chicken bones (fun to gnaw on, she looks like a bald Henry VIII), pizza, garlic cheese grits, chili, hash browns, taro, and flan. Even if the first bite was not met with utter joy, she gamely gave everything at least a second pass.

Lest anyone think I'm making full meals out of these items, be assured that these are mere morsels to educate her palate. She still eats relatively boring but nutritious baby foods with lots of vegetables and protein. I'm not that far gone down the yuppie parenting path, fret not.

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