October 17, 2011
if you are what you eat, my babies would be more delicious than yours
Today after ballet class (there may or may not be a ballet mom behavior study in the works), the girls and I went to lunch with a friend.
We ran into some mutual friends at Chick-fil-A (oh, please…like you didn’t know that’s where we went).
One of the girls we ran into has a son the same age as Pipsqueak and she saw Pipsqueak eating a waffle fry and said that her son was going to try them today, indicating that it was probably his first french fry.
Considering the fact that I’ve been shoving french fries in my baby’s grubby little paws for months, I think I played it pretty cool.
What’s funny (to me) is that I had a similar experience with Baby Swiss.
I have a friend from high school who had a daughter about three weeks before Baby Swiss was born and she has a blog and posted on her blog one day about her daughter’s first french fry and I was all…”First? Today? I am the worst mother on the face of the planet.”
Except I don’t beat myself up too much over what my kids eat.
Maybe I should, but I don’t.
We offer fairly healthy choices at home and when we eat out, we eat what we eat.
All of you moms who do a better job than me? Good on you…seriously.
Now, I’m off to get some soda for Pipsqueak before she goes to bed and make sure Baby Swiss doesn’t need another bowl of ice cream.