In my opinion, the hardest thing about being a mom is feeding the kids. I hate it. It wouldn't be bad if they ate what you fixed, didn't chew it up then spit it out and stomp on it while it was on the ground (Thanks Andy--and it was a peanut butter sandwhich), and ate more nutritous food than treats. Latley I have been totally dredding lunch and dinner. If it's not bananas, Minnie doesn't want it. If it is not cancakes (pancakes) or waffles, Andy doesn't want it. Not to mention the fact that Minnie decided when she turned 7 months that she didn't want to take a bottle anymore, which she was doing fine up until then. Lately I have had it with meal time.

No this isn't from Anderson not cooperating during meal time, but I may be running out of options soon. Just Kidding. Tim and I went to North Carolina to surprise his oldest brother for his 4oth Birthday. Tim was just going to go, then I decided after him that I wanted to come too. We couldn't really afford to pay for Andy, so my sister watched him for a few days and this happend at her house conveniently when she wasn't looking and didn't see what happend (just kidding again).

See what I mean. You would think this was maybe during the first week of introducing baby food, but no, this was a couple days ago. Minnie is 8 months old now. She is lucky she is cute.

Thank goodness Tim gives me a break every once in a while and will take over the feeding duties. Too bad he can't produce milk, if you know what I mean. At this point, I may be willing to have him try!