I used to love to sit down to an evening meal. It was as though my last task of the day was complete and now I could enjoy the pleasure of tasting, sipping and relaxing. Mmmm...
These days, meals are not my favorite!!!
I don't love how my baby fusses as she hits at her tray with such demand before we get started. I don't love the impatient arch of the back when we have to wait a moment as it is still a little too hot. But most of all, I DON'T LIKE THE MESS!!! I'm not sure why every dropped morsel must be smeared all over the tray or why baby eyes always itch when their fist is full of banana. I don't understand why it's so interesting to hang the spoon over the edge of the tray and slowly watch applesauce slip from the spoon bed with a SPLAT to the floor? Why don't they use napkins instead of their sleeves? Why such a sour face, when two bites later they complain because you aren't shoveling it in fast enough? I especially do not appreciate the "hair gel" that is applied to baby soft hair during each meal. Why must they run those grimy fingers through their hair?? OH!! and why must they make a "thbbbbbt" sound with their mouth completely full and then grin at the masterpiece they've created across the front of your shirt?
I do believe the whole mess at meals will be a mystery that will baffle me for all of motherhood... especially while I clean up the mess. :)