Leo and I are home for the week (due to staff training at the nursery) and the beautiful task of feeding him lunches falls to me, his mother who can't cook, lacks any kind of inspiration and usually also inclination.Leo calls it NANA, Jose calls it Mess, I call it A Beautiful Opportunity For A Great Picture, and I believe at nursery (where they have a lovely caterer who cooks up delicious and greatly diverse meals) they call it "Leo ate well today." This must be what they mean.
Bless - he likes his nana, especially at nursery. I don't know where he gets it but he's quite a connoisseur... If it comes in a shiny wrapper it's a must-have, bread is merely a means of transport for spreads and dips, and the crazier the colour the louder one must demand it. Boy am I glad that five times a week I can leave a nutricious healthy diet to the professionals and scrape by with pasta and tortilla otherwise! Now, Leo, enjoy!
He eats some, has a good feel of it, eats some more - and communicates any issues he has with his food rather well: The above pose is what has to be considered The Reverse Baby Bird - not a case of 'feed me' but 'please extract this undesireable lump of food from my mouth.' The accompanying acounstics go "aaaa-AAHHH?!" and his politics are: Only straight only mummy's hand, second and third choice, mummys hand again, and only in cases of extreme emergency dad's hand or (after a sufficient amount of coaxing) the table. Today we are dealing with too chumky a lump of mince. My fault.
I'm please to say that we are past the stage where 'Thank you I've finished my meal' was communicated by food and plate being flung across the table. It's way in the past and didn't last too long thanks to swift parental educational intervention. I did even have the good sense to leave the camera where it was; letting Leo go on just for a good snap would not have gone down too well with Jose. Or the walls for that matter. (Table cloths were lost.)
Leo-Loo... Sweetest sugar pie in the world. I could eat him up daily, breakfast, lunch and dinner. If only there was a recipe for cooking up another boy like that - hmmmm.
(I shall take any recommendations for quick kiddie lunches, by comment, email or mail, gratefully.)
