Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 5-7-12 at 10:28 PM EDT
Chinese food, Indian food, Moe's queso, Flamin' Hot Cheetos. What do
all of these have in common? They're often considered spicy. It's
nothing extraordinary that a Chinese teenager would have a fairly high
tolerance for spicy foods. After all, spicy food is delicious. However,
it is a bit odd that an 18 month old baby loves spicy food almost just
as much as her big sister. There are some things that I can handle but
she can't, but she's 18 months old, for goodness sakes.
Target's
brand, Market Pantry, sells these pepper jack cheese sticks. I
personally think they're the most amazing things on the planet. I eat
one with my salad for lunch every week day, if there are enough in the
refrigerator. Kylie has her own cheese. Kraft American, 2%. After
dinner, if we're wrapping up leftovers and the refrigerator gets open,
Kylie will undoubtedly poke her head in. She'll eye the contents for a
moment, ignore our requests for her to come out and close the door, and
turn to look at us sweetly. "Cheese," she'll assert, pointing at the
pepper jack.
Once she sees it, she won't allow denial.
Because sometimes she doesn't finish it, and sometimes we try to leave
enough for me to have it with my lunch the rest of the week, we'll try
to offer her other things. "How about Yaoyao's cheese?" Grandma will
call. "Come eat watermelon," Mommy will coax. "Kylie, get your head out
of there," I'll yell from the sink two feet away, where I might be doing
dishes if my mom is lucky. Our words always fall to deaf ears. Kylie
will ignore our sadly inefficacious work and toddle up to someone.
She'll hold up the cheese stick and plead, with her eyes, for it to be
opened.
This pepper jack cheese isn't exactly the
world's mildest. Even our mom thinks it's a bit too much. Today, just a
little bit after dinner, Kylie spotted it and asked for it. Our
grandmother tried to distract her, but finally relented and held it just
out of Kylie's standing reach. Kylie actually jumped to grab it,
giggling the whole way and and down. Honestly, I didn't even know she
knew how to jump. Ah, well, there's one more cheese stick in the bag.
She can have it. I'll eat an apple with my lunch tomorrow instead.
-Chichi
Showing posts with label baby food. Show all posts
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Monday, May 7, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Baby Eating Habits
Transferred from my other blog: The Adventures of Sisterhood.
First published: 2-13-12 at 4:46 PM PDT
Kylie, on the itty bitty side, has a pretty big tummy and a decent sized appetite. Some dinners, she literally eats more than me, not accounting for our body sizes.
When she was a newborn, Kylie never drank enough milk. I remember that my mom once made a graph of how much milk she drank every day. It was supposed to be steadily increasing, but Kylie's looked more like the cardiograph diagram of a heartbeat. The amount she took was really inconsistent. When time came for jar food, Kylie definitely had preferences. She hated prunes and peas and carrots, but she liked bananas and some of the other more natural tasting ones (yes, I did try some). She really liked the breakfast flavored ones for stage 2 jar food. But there were few things she hated more than the packaged food that you microwave, jarred meat, and jarred soup. Sometimes, in order to force her to down the food for it's nutrition value, my dad and I tricked her. We'd either tease her into laughing with her mouth open or we'd put something else like a pretzel or a cracker on her lips to get her to open her mouth; it would allow us to stick in that spoonful of food.
Now, Kylie eats everything as finger food-sized. For dinner, we tear up her meat and veggies, and give her small chunks of sticky rice. In Chinese, tang means too hot. She understands what it means, when we say tang tang, but sometimes she'll still screech and cry until we give her the rice or the vegetable that was cooling in her view. She's gone past the phase of hating milk, and now we give it to her instead of water. If she's thirsty, that's what she's gonna drink. She loves Chobani Greek Yogurt, or probably any yogurt (we get Chobani because of its high fat content), and does okay with avocados. I go with my dad to pick her up from daycare every day of the week, and if it's not Monday, we don't head straight home. On those other days, we drive for 10 more minutes to drop me off at gymnastics practice. In the car on those days, Kylie will question my sanity with her tiny eyes and give me facial expressions and funny sounds if I don't bring her a snack. Whether it be veggie chips (not exactly health food for babies there, but she likes them), a whole milk cheese slice with some crackers, or a cup of yogurt, as long as there is a snack, she's happy.
-Chichi
EDIT: And of course, 40 minutes after I hit publish, she tries a new food. Today, Kylie discovered the magic of hard mini pretzels. She's having a hard time sinking in her teeth, but she thinks they're delicious, and is extremely persistent in finishing each one. But oddly, she keeps putting it on the ground and re-picking it up...
First published: 2-13-12 at 4:46 PM PDT
Kylie, on the itty bitty side, has a pretty big tummy and a decent sized appetite. Some dinners, she literally eats more than me, not accounting for our body sizes.
When she was a newborn, Kylie never drank enough milk. I remember that my mom once made a graph of how much milk she drank every day. It was supposed to be steadily increasing, but Kylie's looked more like the cardiograph diagram of a heartbeat. The amount she took was really inconsistent. When time came for jar food, Kylie definitely had preferences. She hated prunes and peas and carrots, but she liked bananas and some of the other more natural tasting ones (yes, I did try some). She really liked the breakfast flavored ones for stage 2 jar food. But there were few things she hated more than the packaged food that you microwave, jarred meat, and jarred soup. Sometimes, in order to force her to down the food for it's nutrition value, my dad and I tricked her. We'd either tease her into laughing with her mouth open or we'd put something else like a pretzel or a cracker on her lips to get her to open her mouth; it would allow us to stick in that spoonful of food.
Now, Kylie eats everything as finger food-sized. For dinner, we tear up her meat and veggies, and give her small chunks of sticky rice. In Chinese, tang means too hot. She understands what it means, when we say tang tang, but sometimes she'll still screech and cry until we give her the rice or the vegetable that was cooling in her view. She's gone past the phase of hating milk, and now we give it to her instead of water. If she's thirsty, that's what she's gonna drink. She loves Chobani Greek Yogurt, or probably any yogurt (we get Chobani because of its high fat content), and does okay with avocados. I go with my dad to pick her up from daycare every day of the week, and if it's not Monday, we don't head straight home. On those other days, we drive for 10 more minutes to drop me off at gymnastics practice. In the car on those days, Kylie will question my sanity with her tiny eyes and give me facial expressions and funny sounds if I don't bring her a snack. Whether it be veggie chips (not exactly health food for babies there, but she likes them), a whole milk cheese slice with some crackers, or a cup of yogurt, as long as there is a snack, she's happy.
-Chichi
EDIT: And of course, 40 minutes after I hit publish, she tries a new food. Today, Kylie discovered the magic of hard mini pretzels. She's having a hard time sinking in her teeth, but she thinks they're delicious, and is extremely persistent in finishing each one. But oddly, she keeps putting it on the ground and re-picking it up...
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