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I’ve been sprinkling Cheerios on Mary’s high chair tray to buy myself a few extra minutes in the kitchen for the past couple weeks. She loves them and has almost mastered her pincer grasp by plucking a Cheerio between her thumb and forefinger. Well, she picks up Cheerios and also any little snippet of paper or random speck of garbage on the floor; she’s not that discriminating.

But yesterday there was most of a whole bowl full of dry Brown Rice Krispies sitting in the kitchen when I plopped Mary in her high chair. Colum has long-standing issues with sogginess and breakfast cereal and now Irene won’t have milk on her cereal either. The only problem, of course, is that nobody actually wants to dig into a bowl full of dry cereal. Gah. Why, oh why, can’t my kids just eat a bloody bowl of cereal for breakfast and be done with it? Why does it have to be so hard?!

So there’s this bowl full of Rice Krispies and I think, “Hmm.” I check out the nutritional info and the ingredient list and it doesn’t seem any worse than Cheerios. I sprinkle a few grains onto the high chair and Mary happily starts eating it. “Mary likes Rice Krispies!” I exclaim to no one in particular. I then turn around for, I don’t know, TEN SECONDS, to take the kids’ lunch off the stove and Irene dumps huge fistfuls of Rice Krispies on Mary’s high chair tray.

So there’s, like, a mountain of dry Rice Krispies on the high chair and Mary just face plants into it. Rice Krispies are flying everywhere and Mary comes up for air, grinning like no tomorrow, gumming huge mouthfuls of the stuff. She keeps going back down for more, delirious over the sheer quantity of food.

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This was probably her fifth nose dive into it and really doesn’t do justice to the amount of cereal she started with.

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What’s so funny, guys? No, really. What is it?

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Product Review

I’m a few weeks into the not-so-solid feeding phase and still trying to catch my rhythm. The eternal and unsolvable problem when it comes to infant care is that you need to do things right away if you ever want to keep on top of it all. But infants are such babies and they really have no patience at all. So more often than not I finish spooning the pureed goop from bowl to baby and barely have time to walk the bowl to the dishwasher before L’il I is screeching and kicking and looking for an escape hatch. And Young C will usually pick this time to yell “Poo!” and starting running around in circles. I yank L’il I out of her highchair, toss her bib on the counter, kick the stepstool over to the toilet and chant “Run, run, run!” I’ll wind up wiping her face in the bathroom and then putting her down for a nap and trying to sneak in a little laptop-time while C (hopefully) amuses himself.

The next meal-time, then, starts off with a lot of cursing under my breath while I try to wipe/scrape dried up baby goop off all surfaces. That is why this was the best bib I ever owned:

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