Mama-Come-Lately

Last Friday, I’d been trying and trying to get the baby to eat, and he’d been looking left and right and up at the ceiling, clammed up like Fort Knox. It had been a long day full of the particular kind of fun that only teething can bring, and I was pretty much wrung out.

Daddy waltzed in from work, asked if I’d like him to try, and of course I said, “Be my guest. Good luck.” I stood aside, or maybe I left the room to fling myself on the couch. Can’t recall — this was days and days ago.

The moment my husband sat down and waved the spoon of rice cereal in front of the baby’s nose, the little bugger was all, “Absolutely. Happy to. How much more? Bring it on! I’d also like all of that new food Mama’s been trying to get me interested in.”

I told this story to a family member, who asked if it made me mad that the baby ate better for my husband than for me. No, I replied, this is why the baby has two parents. It’s also why I’ll be doing my best to set my frustrations aside whenever I sit down in front of the high chair. He knows.