Eat, drink, and be scrunchy-faced!
Aidan continues to grow like crazy, and as he's growing he is developing quite the interest in food. Big people food, anyway. If he sees somethign going in your mouth, he wants to try it too....that goes for everything, whether it's food, drink, or pills. Of course, he can't have pills, but we're pretty relaxed about the other two.
The funny thing is, every single new "baby" food we give him he makes a face at. Even if it's just for the first bite, he looks like you had just crammed a dog turd covered in fire into his mouth. I think the only thing he hasn't done that for is his zwieback (I have no clue how it's really spelled and I am WAY too lazy to look it up, so just nod and play along), which apparently means "crack" in baby language. He can sit and gnaw on that stuff forever.... we're discovering that it's great for restraunts that don't have celery for him to knaw on (which is his other secret vice).
As for big people food, it's about a 50-50 shot that he'll make The Face. Pizza he didn't, donuts he did. Go figure. Then again, we only gave him the inside bit of the donut, the part that doesn't really taste like anything, so perhaps he'll react differently when he gets some powdered-sugar goodness. But by far the oddest thing he's done occurred this past Sunday at brunch. We were out at a restraunt with some friends, and he managed to snag a piece of lemon. I didn't stop him, figuring it was way too big to fit all the way in his mouth, and assuming it was safe since it had no seeds protruding. See, and you all thought I didn't pay attention to those little life-threatening details. anyway, I thought at the very least it'd be good for a giggle at his expense. He got a good mouthful of it, and puckered up immedietly-- but that wqas it. No anger, or ick-face in sight. He took it out, looked at it, and put it back in his mouth. He did this a bunch of times, all without incident. Of course, I myself enjoy lemons, so I guess I really shouldn't be suprised that my perfect little wierdo does too.
On another note, I am now officially sure Aidan is destined to be a rock star. Last night, he was super fussy, so we brought him to bed with us. But he doesn't come to bed the way you expect an 8 month old to... he doesn't curl up tight like the little larval human he is and snuggle in. Oh nooooooooo-- he flops around until he's sufficiently spread out (looking like a very young, inexplicalby footie-pyjama clad passed-out roadie) and drools himself to sleep. All he's missing is a slowly burning smoke hanging from his limp fingers and a half empty bottle of Jack. And stubble. And, um, long flowing rocker hair. And spandex, maybe with a studded codpiece.
Ok, so maybe it's not all THAT similar. But it's pretty adorable, as long as you're not the one he's pushing out of bed to achieve his Nikki Sixx pose.
Which I'm usually not.
So it is, in fact, pretty cute.
The funny thing is, every single new "baby" food we give him he makes a face at. Even if it's just for the first bite, he looks like you had just crammed a dog turd covered in fire into his mouth. I think the only thing he hasn't done that for is his zwieback (I have no clue how it's really spelled and I am WAY too lazy to look it up, so just nod and play along), which apparently means "crack" in baby language. He can sit and gnaw on that stuff forever.... we're discovering that it's great for restraunts that don't have celery for him to knaw on (which is his other secret vice).
As for big people food, it's about a 50-50 shot that he'll make The Face. Pizza he didn't, donuts he did. Go figure. Then again, we only gave him the inside bit of the donut, the part that doesn't really taste like anything, so perhaps he'll react differently when he gets some powdered-sugar goodness. But by far the oddest thing he's done occurred this past Sunday at brunch. We were out at a restraunt with some friends, and he managed to snag a piece of lemon. I didn't stop him, figuring it was way too big to fit all the way in his mouth, and assuming it was safe since it had no seeds protruding. See, and you all thought I didn't pay attention to those little life-threatening details. anyway, I thought at the very least it'd be good for a giggle at his expense. He got a good mouthful of it, and puckered up immedietly-- but that wqas it. No anger, or ick-face in sight. He took it out, looked at it, and put it back in his mouth. He did this a bunch of times, all without incident. Of course, I myself enjoy lemons, so I guess I really shouldn't be suprised that my perfect little wierdo does too.
On another note, I am now officially sure Aidan is destined to be a rock star. Last night, he was super fussy, so we brought him to bed with us. But he doesn't come to bed the way you expect an 8 month old to... he doesn't curl up tight like the little larval human he is and snuggle in. Oh nooooooooo-- he flops around until he's sufficiently spread out (looking like a very young, inexplicalby footie-pyjama clad passed-out roadie) and drools himself to sleep. All he's missing is a slowly burning smoke hanging from his limp fingers and a half empty bottle of Jack. And stubble. And, um, long flowing rocker hair. And spandex, maybe with a studded codpiece.
Ok, so maybe it's not all THAT similar. But it's pretty adorable, as long as you're not the one he's pushing out of bed to achieve his Nikki Sixx pose.
Which I'm usually not.
So it is, in fact, pretty cute.
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