In the last month or so, my almost eight month old son has slowly been transitioning away from a predominantly milk-filled diet, to a predominantly food-filled diet. Because he’s my third child, and because he does not go to daycare, I have not been paying much attention to exactly how much I feed him during the day. This is why up until about two weeks ago, I mistook his crying and screaming for personal mommy-hatred, when in truth, he was just starving.
It is far too easy to take things personally in stay-at-home mommy land.
This morning I was feeding him Cheerios one-by-one in the high chair while I ate pancakes. He had just finished a big bottle, yet I still underestimated his hunger. When I ran out of Cheerios, instead of getting up to get more from the pantry, I simply gave him a bite of my pancakes. And then another. And then we were sharing my pancakes. And then the pancakes were gone.
The UnderToad 