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Sunday, January 10, 2010

My Lil Seagull

Soren has a new nickname. I have dubbed him my Lil Seagull. Why? Well if you are familiar with the Seagulls from Nemo, and then watched him anytime food is in his vicinity you would understand.  Soren is becoming much more vocal now, but his volume and consistency increases the moment his eyes touch on any food substance. It doesn't matter if it's food he cant eat. He doesn't care. He just wants food and he wants it NOW! And as far as he is concerned, all food belongs to him and him alone. You get the hairy eyeball if you even dare contemplate putting that fork filled with yummy goodness in your own mouth and not deign to give it to the young master.

Imagine if you will dinnertime. We all sit down to eat, Soren has already been nursed AND fed his own food. I go to take my first bite and I begin to realize that consistent sound nearby is my baby, reaching over his high chair, trying desperately to get a hold on anything edible:

"Heh, heh, heh, HEH, HEH,HEH!"

It reminds me of these scenes from Nemo, each and every time, which of course, sends me into silent giggles:

If you ignore his antics it just escalates until he is at max level and squirming frantically to reach anything he can jam in his mouth. It's not just dinnertime either. This morning J was making some chocolate milk for Ashe with Soren in his arms. The moment he started pouring the chocolate powder into a cup, Soren started bouncing up and down:
"He, heh, heh, HEH, HEH, HEH, HEH!!!!!"

He does it even when you feed him baby food. If you're not fast enough from one spoonful to another, he starts it up again until his mouth is full and can not make any other sound except nom nom nom.

Feeling stir crazy today, after being stuck inside all day yesterday with Xavier and myself dealing with food poisoning, J was desperate to get out of the house. So we went out to brunch. I brought food and toys for Soren and while waiting for our food to arrive, fed him his appropriate baby food which he "Hehed" through the entire time. But even after a full belly where he couldn't finish the last few bites, the moment real food arrived he ramped right back up again. He wouldn't stop until J relented and gave him a couple of bites of grits.

It's not like he isnt being fed. The boy is a champion nurser, he sucks down baby food like it's going out of style, and he is becoming a master at trying new edibles. But any stranger who may see us out in public would wonder if we're starving the poor kid (despite his hefty appearance) the way he goes on and on around food. It's cute and makes me giggle, unless he tries to steal my coffee cup. Then all bets are off.


The Mrs. said...

my husband will actually hid in the kitchen to eat a sandwich or a snack when he first gets home from work so that dash2 wont see him. but the second he hears the fridge door open he is zooming into the kitchen. all food is his first and foremost apparently. he's thrilled on commissary day.

Tom Bailey said...

Funny stuff - thanks for sharing.