Paging the health department
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- October
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Admit it—sometimes things get so hectic in the evening after trying to feed the kids, get them ready for bed, get the parental units fed, get the dogs fed, etc. that some things fall by the wayside. Like immediately cleaning the tray on the high chair. No? So, OK, it’s just me. But no more. I got a lesson on the importance of hygiene the other night and it was literally out of the mouth of babe.
JD loves to feed himself now. We just break up whatever the meal is into bite-sized chunks & he goes to town. However, he’s recently discovered that there is a world beyond his mouth and fun to be had trying to feed mommy & daddy. (Not to mention the dogs.) About three-quarters of the way through the meal, he’ll decide to pick up a piece of food and hold it out to whomever is on dinner duty—usually me. At first he was delighted to just hand over the morsel, immediately expecting it to handed back. Sharing’s good, right? But soon the novelty wore off & he wanted to feed his dinner companion—grubby, foody hands & all.
I gotta tell you, I was a little skeeved at first—and I’ve eaten food that my dogs have licked, taken a bite of or worse. (Anyone who has ever had a dog knows at some point in the relationship you will open your mouth at an inopportune time while your canine tried to sneak in a dog kiss. Blech!) But being a good mommy, I opened my mouth wide, accepted the proferred pea and thanked JD profusely for sharing his meal. This delighted him to no end & we proceeded to engage in a version of “one for you, one for me.”
However, from that point forward, I vowed that tray would be immaculate & that his hands would get wiped off at lease once during the meal. (We’ve been working on pre-meal hand washing like a big boy at the sink rather than using wipes or cloths.)
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on Thursday, October 16th, 2008 at 4:44 pm by Tracey Princiotta.
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