Rumbly in my tumbly

Hear ye! Hear ye!

The twins have been eating solid (the term solid being questionable) foods the past few weeks. Listen. Do you hear that? It’s the deafening roar of pennies steadily streaming from our bank accounts. Crikey, these gummy babies blaze through some baby food.

I decided to start the twins on solids at 5 months, striking a balance between Gab’s 6-month go at pears and Gav’s earlier 4-month foray into Pureeville (i was under more pressure with him, living in his grandparents’ house ::shivers:: ::froths at mouth just a wee bit::). Ethan had been waving the red flag “Feed me, Seymour” for quite some time. He would smack away at dinner, watching us eat, and was well on his way to hitting the street corners with his perfect mime routine of ‘baby eating a steak.’

So, I grabbed a few jars of pears and gave it a go. (after buying a couple of actual pears and dreaming i would make the baby’s food myself…i read a few sites; steam the fruit, puree with some amount of water, voila! a meal fit for a pint-sized, crapping his pants king…i ate one pear myself and tossed out the other moldy one yesterday…inspiration can be fleeting with me)

While I thought Ethan would go apesh!t crazy with the food, he actually had a bit of a time getting the hang of the whole ’spoon in mouth, intake food, swallow food’ bit. Being a champion breastfeeder, he kept thrusting the food back out with his tongue.

Alani, on the other hand. ZOWIE! Very first try…she knew exactly what to do with that spoon and food. You know how normally you’re spooning food from their chin, cheeks, and forehead back into their mouth? This gal did not lose one drop. Not a single drop. The princess bibs are all still pristine whereas the blue I Drive Trucks and Shovel Dirt bibs look like they’ve been used for that exact purpose – shoveling dirt.

(for fun and because i’m twisted, i sometimes put the Little Miss bib on Ethan…it’s just a catcher’s mitt for lost food and shouldn’t matter the color or design, but still so.darn.cute to see that big boy looking up at me with Little Miss embossed in pink across his chest)

Both kiddos are eating well now and still breastfeeding. (i’m always a little nervous they’ll decide to bid the b00bs adieu once they discover the world of pureed madness…bah, just a bit of worry wart on my part)

Although I’m buying canned/jarred/stomped into a fine gloopy consistency by enslaved baby food preparing fairies/pre-packaged baby food, I still fancy the idea of making some on my own. My dad is drowning in peaches from his peach trees (yes, peaches from peach trees, can you believe it? not peaches from pear trees nor apple trees…peaches from peach trees…i really should close my eyes and rest for minute, don’t you think?) and has a super deluxe garden ready to burst forth with all sorts of foods…squash, cucumbers, watermelons, potatoes, corn, tomatoes, cantaloupes, various types of peppers (none of which i’m keen on…i’m not a pepper person), green beans, and more stuff I can’t remember. Also, several other fruit trees aside from the peaches (which, yes, bear fruits other than peaches…zzzzzzz). So, yeh, I may make a drive up to Hometown, U.S.A. soon and load up on Dad’s homegrown goodness.

(i would really like to grow some foods myself, but seeing as how i just let two raspberry bushes almost die and, in turn, freecycled them to better raspberry bush parents, i’m not so sure i’d be the best gardener…watering regularly seems to escape me…now, if i had to go out there and breastfeed everybody, i might succeed in growing some grub)

I’ll leave you with the obligatory photos of babies eating food. You knew they were coming.

Oh, and after raving about what a clean eater Alani is, I go and make a lier of myself with this peach-smeared pic. She wasn’t too hip on the peaches at first. Also, she’s wearing a bib of Gav’s I managed to keep with me through all the years and moves.