Rayne, my sister, her husband and I all had different favorites, depending, I suppose, on which level of Dante's Baby Inferno we were on that particular day. Mine was Test 9: Feeding a 1-year-old.
1. Hollow out a melonTest 9 resonated, because feeding Henry has become, shall we say, a challenge.
2. Make a small hole in the side
3. Suspend the melon from the ceiling and swing it side to side
4. Now get a bowl of soggy cornflakes and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon while pretending to be an aeroplane.
5. Continue until half the cornflakes are gone.
6. Tip the rest into your lap, making sure that a lot of it falls on the floor.
|Whatchu lookin' at, Moo Cow?|
At first I thought we simply needed a table big enough to prevent my darling child from throwing everything on the floor. Rayne came up with a better idea. The table should be slanted, like a cone of baby-eating hell, so that whatever said baby throws just rolls down the walls back to him. Spoons, food, puffs, this toy that he is obsessed with yet keeps throwing overboard:
|"The animals have something to say!"|
I think this idea is genius and don't know why it has yet to be invented. So far the only dissenter has been Hudson, who has taken quite a liking to Happy Baby puffs.
|Please oh please don't take away the puffs!|