Puree Pique

Eli woke up this morning and decided that he is tired of being a baby. He's had it with the way his life has been going this far, and he wants to be grown-up now. So, his first course of action was to put a stop to the consumption of jarred baby foods or anything else that requires a spoon for consumption. And as if that isn't enough maturity for one day, bottles are completely out of the question now as well. That's right, Eli is a big boy now. Or so he thinks.

This morning "the boy" as we affectionately call him got up and refused his morning bottle. Annoyed but not dissuaded, I tried to feed him his morning yogurt. He would have no part in it. He squirmed, he kicked, he screamed, he threw the spoon, he spit on my face. He went into hysterics. At this point, it had been almost 15 hours since he last ate or drank, and I was desperate for him to at least drink a little. I forced down 4 oz. from a bottle, let him play awhile, tried again without any progress, and put him down for a nap. Again I understand why we need commercials to remind us shaking babies is bad. When he woke up, I tried again. Bottle. No. Turkey and vegetables from a jar. No. Forget it. Not happening. I am at the end of my rope. In one last desperate push, I gave him a little bit of his sister's banana. He gobbled it right up and wanted more. Score one for mommy! In the end he ate 5 Ritz crackers, 1/3 banana, dry cereal, and drank almost an entire sippy cup of water. Anyone need some pureed peas??