Sticky Rice: It’s what’s for dinner
My daughter is eating grown-up people food! What is happening in the world?
Well, I guess it’s not too big of a deal, as we’ve been feeding Sophia solids for almost 2 months now. But everything changes once your kid starts eating what you’re eating. It’s easy to be detached from it all when she’s eating pureed green beans and sweet potatoes from a jar. I don’t eat pureed anything from a jar, so I had no connection to what she’s been eating, which made me begin to feel guilty about not making her food myself. But as many a working mom has lamented — who has the time??
So I realized in order to feel a little better about what my baby was eating, I needed to begin experimenting with some of the foods we eat. Just the stuff appropriate for a baby, of course. But you would be surprised how much regular ol’ every day food she can eat! Last night was sticky rice. And as my husband so eloquently articulated in our other blog, Sophia LOVED it and so did the dog, who was conveniently hovering under her high chair the whole time.
The rice was stuck to every available inch of exposed skin and much of her clothing. Which, of course, is why they call it sticky rice, and also reason #412 why I love being a parent. Thank God for babies’ little investigating hands and for nightly baths!
