Showing posts with label sarcastic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sarcastic. Show all posts

Friday, March 14, 2008

The other stage

Soon after the babies begin to crawl, they begin to explore. They go all over and get into everything.

The big draw for all my kidlets has been the onions and potatoes. What is it about onions and potatoes that taste and feel so good? The papery skin you can peel and crush? The mesh bag you can smoosh in your hands and suck on?

The potato that is so sweet and cool? So soothing to the teething gums?
I don't know how many times I've cooked with potatoes that have teeth marks all over them. As if they've been attacked by a rabid hamster. Or the Pickle.


Mmmmmmm, good.
On a side note, the garlic is also tasty. The Pickle was crawling around working something in his mouth, so I stopped him to see what it was. He saw me coming at him and, ptuey! spit out a chewed up piece of garlic! That clove was clean and sucked dry. And Del has not been bitten by a vampire since...



Friday, March 7, 2008

That Stage


At a certain point in each baby's career, they become interested in the tupperware. I really enjoy that stage. The discovery of big and little, the cute baby with tupperware on his head pictures, the tripping on large and small plastic objects while holding a heavy pot of scalding hot food. Cute.