Pudding boy

Baby B woke up from his nap a little after four this afternoon, fussy. I don't know what he had to be fussy about, he'd just slept for 2 hours! Apparently Baby B wasn't aware that I needed to get started on dinner early and didn't want to handle cooking with a fussy baby at my feet. So I pulled out my secret weapon that I'd been saving for a rainy day - pudding.

Gerber's Vanilla Custard Pudding with Bananas to be specific. Sounds gross to me, especially because I don't like pudding. But I came home from a baby shower with it a couple weeks ago and didn't want to throw it away because that's wasteful. So I figured that some day I would strip Baby B down, pour the pudding on the high chair tray, and let him go to town. And go to town he did...



Looks disgusting, right? Food should never be that blobby. But it didn't seem to bother Baby B! He actually played/ate it rather calmly. He squished his fingers around, covered his hands in the pudding, and then stuffed as much of his fist in his mouth as he could. When the blob disappeared, he sat patiently until I gave him more (something else that doesn't happen very often!)



Life with pudding, apparently, is very pleasing to Baby B. Don't get used to it though kid, I'm not buying you any more. Nowhere on the nine month old nutritional chart does it list pudding as something you need to consume. I feel like I fed him dessert for dinner!

Unfortunately, I was still in the middle of making dinner when Hubby T got home, which meant he had to try and clean up this.



Notice the pudding running all down his chest, onto his diaper, and covering the high chair straps. Lovely. And then, almost to add insult to injury, while Hubby T tried to change him into a fresh diaper, Baby B peed all over my kitchen floor. When it rains it pours right?! Sorry again honey, I owe you one!! At least Baby B was happy again:)