Real Food!

Whoa! I've been gyped for 10 months! When I first started, I only drank milk. Not even milk, water with some powder. That's it, for like 1/2 a year or so! I was cool with it, mainly though because I didn't know any better. When I finally was able to sense and understand things around me, I noticed that no one else has their meals from a bottle, except during tailgates and parties, where the bottle is the thang.
So after 6 months, I started eating different foods, mainly from little glass jars. So much better. Unlike my bottle, I now can change from having the same thing to eat, 8 time a day. With these glass jars of food, I had things like peas, butternut squash, chicken dinner, pears, etc. They were all so smooth and creamy. I was lovin life then. Another month or so later, they started pouring in some powder like oatmeal or rice cereal in my jars. Made it a little thicker and filling, which I liked. I though life was good. Still a bit bland, but what do I know. I been drinking fake milk for half a year.
Now there is no going back. I tried real food. Yes, the stuff all you people reading this eat. It started out sucking on a chicken bone from El Pollo Loco. I also had a bit of that tortilla and even some guacamole. Whoa! Now there is the taste I've been hearing about when I read those blogs from my foodie friends. I wanted this new crazy chicken food every day, but then I found out there was more. I found out that there are places much better than Babies R Us to get meals. My parents took me to Trader Joe's. I love their stuff. I love chomping on bananas. Sure beats the bananas in the jars. The real thing is awesome. Even more so is my new favorite dinner. Trader Joe's Turkey Meatloaf. Yea, sounds kinda lame, but you gotta try it. I won't touch those jars of food now. If I see those, I go ahead, throw a fit, and the parents buckle down and give me leftover turkey meatloaf. It is soooo good. I only got 2 teeth, although I think a 3rd is on the way, but I can gum the heck out of that stuff. Try it, if you don't like it, send it my way.
Also, every Saturday morning, Dad makes pancakes. I absolutely love pancakes. So much that I make him make a bunch of them so I can freeze them and eat them all week for breakfast. It's Denny's at my house all week long. Pancakes are great, they are perfect for gumming, and fill me up. If I get too full, I just throw the rest on the floor and my dog Rusty gets to eat. I think he's bored with his dog food the way I was with the jarred food. He knows I got his back. He doesn't throw tantrums like I can, so he may never get off the little pebble food he has every single day. Sucks to be him, but now I'm livin large with my real food. I taste everything my parents eat and now I got my own shopping cart for Trader Joe's. Sweet!

Spring Break!

Woohoo! My 1st Spring Break! I heard so much about this, but have no clue what it is. I found out. I guess things get better in 20 years and 2 more months, when I finally hit 21, but mine was OK nonetheless. First off was Easter. I'm not too quick on my feet, so I skipped the finding eggs thing. I don't quite get it. I thought eggs were good for you, why would you paint them in pastels and then try to hide them in tall grass and trees? Shouldn't you just scramble them and put them on a plate? I can't climb trees, shoot, I can't even walk yet. More than that, I don't even eat eggs yet. And if I did, I don't eat bunny eggs. Wait, do bunnies even lay eggs? Hmmmm, weird. Anyway, what I did do was cruise over to my dad's parents place and chilled with them. They made Korean beef, some type of chicken, rice, chips & guac, and some pie for dessert. I only got 2 teeth, so couldn't quite get the beef down, but settled for chicken and rice. Not bad. Kinda gross that parent has to chew it a bit then give it to me, but whatever, sure beats baby food, especially that organic baby food.
Next day we cruised to San Diego. Parents took me to the Zoo. It was amazing. I though the world was full of people and dogs. Now there are all sorts of animals. My favorites were the polar bears I think. At least that's the place I got so excited that I peed through my diapers and soaked my pants. It woulda got more soaked if Mom wasn't carrying me. Her shirt soaked up a lot of it too :) I got her good, but kinda backfired, because I went for the next few hours pantless. So embarrasing.
We got home and next thing I know, Mom is getting her revenge on me. She drops me off with her parents and my mom and dad head to Vegas. What about me? I wanna see Vegas! I heard there are a bunch of Gymboree, Carter's, Baby Gap, and Children's Place outlets all over there. These parents of mine always pick my gear and I never get a say. I'll get them back one day and buy my own clothes to spite them. Maybe a USC sweater, that will get my dad mad. On second thought, I'd be way to embarrased to wear anything that ugly just to prove a point ;)
Parents finally came back home, and the next day we went to the Warrior Dash. My dad did one of his stupid race/obstacle events with his friend. I just sat there in the sun with some Viking hat on with horns. At least there were bananas there. I love bananas now. First I would have to have pieces cut off for me to work on, but now I can take little bites by myself. Sweet! No more baby food jars for me. I want the real thing. I can't believe I have been sheltered sooo long!
Well, now Spring Break is over and I'm back at daycare. 2 more months, then I am both out for Summer Break and gonna be a whole year old.
Come out and party with me!