We met my sister at a cute little local place full of downtown charm and lots of business people dressed in suits and heels. I instantly knew that while they had a high chair for us, it wasn't the kind of place people usually bring children to. (I've been eating at Chick-Fil-A and McDonalds a lot lately! The people there don't mind a squealing baby banging toys on the table.) We followed our waitress to a table in the back - right in front of cute, stylish mirrors that revealed (to my shock and horror) roll upon roll of hard earned mommy back fat. My shirt that previously made me look so cute, suddenly made me look like an overstuffed sausage. I turned my back to that ugly mirror and chose to enjoy the special time with my sister. We chatted through lunch and I thanked the Lord for a quiet baby. The diner began to fill and get noisier about the same time Caleb did. I breathed a sigh of relief that we weren't disturbing any business meetings. Then, I made a choice I will remember for the rest of my life. I chose to feed my child. While this choice has made for many memorable moments in the past 7 months, this is the first time this choice was memorable with no body parts being revealed. This is not a breastfeeding horror story. This is a solid food feeding
I fed Caleb his carefully prepared bowls of puree and prayed for a minimal mess. In no time, we had peas on the floor and smeared across the edge of the table. My sister laughed and enjoyed his antics, but made a hasty exit once the checks were paid. (She said she had to go back to work. I think she was smart enough to know she needed to get out of dodge.) While I sat in the midst of a crowded bistro, full of skinny college students and smart business men and women enjoying a dignified lunch, I attempted to gracefully
When I got home, I found sweet potato still in Caleb's ear and some sweet peas between his toes. (Seriously not sure how that even happened!) Welcome to our new normal!