So, as we make the sojourn into actual foods, we have come to the conclusion that we might just have a picky eater on our hands. It's in fact gotten to a point that we are not excited when "she doesn't hate it," when fed a new food.
However, there is in fact one food that we will not be feeding Lu (again) any time soon.
Gerber Chicken.
If you have ever had the opportunity to smell a container of Gerber Chicken, I'm sorry. If you haven't, consider yourself lucky. If I would put the container up to your nose, and you didn't say "is that Tuna?" I would consider you not to have a sense of smell. However, despite all this, I believed it was still a good idea to feed this to my daughter. Father of the year right here.
Anyway, on a recent evening, I decided that Lucy had lived on a Vegan diet (remember, no milk) for far too long and that she needed to join the wonderful world of carnivores. Hence, Gerber Chicken.
As I initially fed it to her, all seemed fine. However, a second later, she got the face that she only reserves for foods she really really hates (so far, peaches, applesauce and the aforementioned chicken). How do I describe the face? Pretend you are handed a fruit and told it's an orange and you take a massive bite of it, only to find it's a lemon. That's the face.
So, no big deal, right? The face happens, we move on. That's it.
Not this time.
Lucy then proceeds to start gagging. Now, this too, being our picky daughter is not shocking. Again, it's happened, no biggie.
Not this time.
Lucy then continues to gag. And then stops. All is well.
Not this time.
Lucy then projectile vomits all over herself and me.
Aaaahhhhh....Gerber Chicken. You're no longer in the feeding rotation.
A little front yard playing. For the few of you who have seen our new front yard, it isn't very big. (The blanket was only about 3 feet from the sidewalk.) But, it is big enough!! We got lots of smiles and "ahhh" comments from strangers walking by. Lucy is much obliged to smile right back.
Her first ride in a swing!!! I'm not sure she really understood that she was moving...she was way too distracted by the baby in the swing next to her. She is going to be quite the social butterfly.
Now that the weather is better, we've started walking to daycare every day. It's wonderful to get outside and Lucy loves it. She talks and talks and talks and swings her little legs. The only part that sucks is that now that we've switched strollers, we don't get to see her face. (see our view above). But she looks darn cute to everyone else!
