She's been getting more into making baby food for Liam and Morgan, rather than buying the ready-made stuff. Nothing wrong with much of the ready-made stuff, mind you. If sweet potatoes really tasted the way they do in those little jars, I'd be eatin' 'em every day.
But Janne thought, for whatever reason - all the while knowing the kind of mess that the two of them can make with pretty well any food presented to them - that blueberries would be fun to feed the two members of our family who delight in making a prolific display of what they're being fed...sort of like a little tribute to the meal, I guess. The added feature of blueberries being one of those things that can leave an indelible stamp on everything it touches didn't seem a concern to Janne, so we forged ahead - and the first feeding of blueberries to the babes, about a week and a half ago, looked a little like this:
"...uh....how's my hair?"
I love this shot just for Morgan's hand reaching in, ready to play havoc with her brother. We've moved their seats further apart as their arms get longer.
...and that was with the two of us working the feeding together.
Well, my lovely (sadistic) wife had a couple of appointments to attend this morning; one of the medical variety, the other with an employment distinction, because she'll be (somewhat grudgingly) returning to the workforce soon. I don't get to work until about 11 am, because I work until 7 pm, so my day is a little off the beaten path of a normal 9a-5p, giving her some time to get to these kinds of appointments early in the morning while I stay home with the babies.
The point of me telling you this?
As Janne's leaving this morning (and as I'm feeding Liam his bottle, with Mom having already given Morgan her formula), she turns to me and says, "and don't forget the blueberries. Just put some of it in a small bowl for them."
Right. She made more blueberry puree.
How about "just put some in a small bowl" in front of them and hope like Hell that they somehow ingest it by simply looking at it? ...so I don't have to watch them rub it into their skin, their clothing, their high chair trays, or whatever else they can reach with their little purple hands. How about that?
Great.
The biggest mess they could possibly make, and I'm left to feed them both on my own. This must be some kind of punishment. Maybe I've done one of those 'guy things' that I haven't yet realized I've done, with the 'feeding of the blueberries' to be my comeuppance.
Well, as you can see, the second time around - now that they've discovered how much fun smearing food that leaves permanent purple shadows everywhere can be - was even messier than the first.
Just getting started... (note distance between seats)
What he might look like with a moustache and goatee?
Most of it was cleaned up by the time their (really just kidding about thinking she's 'sadistic') mother returned home - their suits changed, their hands, faces and heads (yep, heads) washed up - except for a little purple stain behind Morgan's ear which didn't seem to want to come off that Mom (of course) found almost immediately.
..."we are amused."
Timidly waving to blueberry lovers everywhere...
The stain might still be there, actually.
Oh, well. Her skin will eventually absorb it. Can't be bad for ya.
"See ya later!"
