Sweet Irony

By: Brianna on 10:07 PM

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I let little SugarBaby eat whatever he likes, well within reason. And, apparently my 'reasoning' is way out of line. (I'll get to the irony in a bit)

Things he's allowed to eat:
Boob milk
Dirt
Rocks
Sticks
Grass
Bark dust
More dirt
Leaves/plants
Flowers
Vegetables
Fruit
Eggs
Meat
A few more sticks
And some more dirt
And, more boob milk
Basically, if its not been processed, he can eat it.


Things J has eaten that I don't want him to eat but he tends to/has eaten:
My postpartum fall-out-all-the-time hair
Poop-his own (that's another blogpost)
Dust bunnies
I think that covers it

Things I don't let J eat:
Any grains--rice, flour, oats
Processed foods--including but not limited to: crackers, soda, juice, candy, cupcakes, baby puffs, mushy baby food.

So here's the irony. We were at an event with other women, mamas an babes. People were FREAKING about
Him eating dirt. Then upset about him eating a stick. Then annoyed that this irresponsible young mom was letting her kid roll around in the bark dust. Geez. (oh, I whipped my boob out too ;)) I got sick of all these crotchety women harping on me so I stopped letting him eat everything--insert PAIN IN THE ASS--and everyone seemed to calm down. Ok, here's the kicker. A mom was there with her 7 month old baby feeding him a cupcake and frosting. FROSTING. Where the heck where all the haters? Sitting by enjoying their cupcakes of course! Kill me now.

Irony, sweet, IRONY. You're welcome America for not contributing to the rise in healthcare costs by avoiding exposing my child to obesity and diabetes. Please send thanks in the form of dark chocolate.