my three arms and other mysteries of eating
Kristin was struggling to get Fern into her highchair last night and had some trouble, so she she asked me how I manage it during the day. Highchair resistance is a pretty new thing for Fern, that flailing and stiffening of legs that makes them impossible to thread through the chair's leg holes.
I know I've managed to get her seated despite protests, but I honestly have no idea how. So I just told Kristin that I used "my third arm," and that seemed to work. I'm not exactly sure where that third arm comes from, I probably use that third arm at least a few times a day.
The other food mystery is why the food on the bib or the tray (a small amount of smear and spit) tastes better to Boubaby* than the food in the spoon (an unlimited amount of whatever she wants). It never fails: we're feeding her, but the bib, unless it's absolutely spotless (which is rare, obviously) is the focus of attention. Maybe it's that sugar-flavored detergent we use.
*Yeah, we came up with another nickname. At the wedding, I misheard someone saying something nice about Fern -- to me, it sounded like "caribou." (Beats me what it actually was...) But Caribou... what a cool nickname! So now it's Caribou Baby, or just Boubaby for short. Nom du jour.
If you're keeping score, then, it's: Fern Bean Cariboubaby Effie Elena. I think I might have left one out, too.
