Monday, April 12, 2010

Tacos

Harper does not want me to eat. Harper wants me to weigh 30 pounds. Harper thinks only Harper should eat.

So creative eating solutions abound.

(I may or may not have found little pieces of ground turkey in her diaper.)

(Also. I'm scared that you can tell, even in a grainy iPhone vid, how beat up I look. Oh, to get 6-hours-a-night again.)


8 comments:

  1. *goes to nap, frightened*

    :|

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  2. Ha, you are cute, not beat up. What's that quote -- necessity is the mother of invention! Do what you gotta do, Ams, I don't want you wasting away.

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  3. Anonymous6:05 PM

    I've been following your blog, though never had anything relevant to say. I can say now that my cousin was in a similar situation when she with her own little cupcake, particularly because the sweet treat wanted to be in constant motion! I do believe a swaddle was a must and there was some sort of delicate balancing act involving the plate of food resting on the bebe's sleeping head.

    Good luck! You're far from alone on this one. :)

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  4. People walk around talking on those hands free phones all the time, why not have a hands free baby too? Harper just lurves her mommie.

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  5. christie11:29 AM

    I believe all three of my kiddos survived for a bit on the tidbits I dropped onto their heads while eating.

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  6. christie11:29 AM

    I believe all three of my kiddos survived for a bit on the tidbits I dropped onto their heads while eating.

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  7. christie11:30 AM

    Why do I keep posting twice? ARGH!

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  8. This explains why a certain friend of mine survived on M and Ms while nursing....

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