Food is my thing. I am not really worried about when he walks or talks or if he can read at some obscenely young age. I am assuming that by college, his wedding day the latest, these skills would have been mastered. I want my kid to love good, healthy food. I am jealous of those people who say things like, “He was eating Chicken Tikka Masala before he turned one.” and “My Timmy was eating kale at 6 months.” Needless to say, Rowan does not eat Chicken Tikka Masala, but we are making progress though slowly. He is addicted to Cheerios like it’s crack (fail), but he does like grapes and kale chips (win!). So this morning in my attempt to get Rowan to love blueberries (he does not), I surrounded them on a plate with bits of buttered toast dusted in cinnamon. He ate one, rolled it around his mouth a bit and then spit it out. But he let it enter his mouth! Success! He must have ingested at least one antioxidant!
One smart thing we did when I was pregnant, was hire a photographer to come and shoot our baby when he was going to be just 10 days old. When Rowan was first born, I was tired and tired, and you know, tired which resulted in me basically feeling like an ugly sack of potatoes, (my pregnancy glow vanished about 1 minute into my labor, so sad). In walks, Marzena Stergiou and her miracle camera making me look fresh as a daisy (I was so not!) and getting amazing shots of our adorable (demanding), angelic (fussy) little monster.