This day is bananas . . . B-A-N-A-N-A-S

I promise I have given birth to the pickiest eater alive. This is getting concerning since he'll be a year old next month and he's going to have to start eating more big boy foods soon. Right now there are seriously like 5 things Ben willingly eats. First and foremost is bananas (yo baby yogurt is way up there too). Yesterday he ate bananas in some form for pretty much every meal (banana oatmeal, strawberry bananas . . . ). Yes, I am aware that bananas will back up a baby like nothin' else. He also had a preemptive dose of Mira Lax.

At dinner I was determined to force a well-balanced meal upon Ben - like it or not. So pasta primavera it was (in its nasty, processed baby food form - thank you Gerber). Things went the way they usually do when Ben is being fed something other than bananas (or yogurt).

First bite went down okay. He thought for a minute.


Then he decided this was not bananas (or yogurt); therefore, this was not an acceptable form of nourishment.


Then we played dodge the spoon.

There was also some forcing the spoon through clenched jaws, some tears, and and a lot of spitting that was not captured by the camera. Ultimately, I admitted my defeat. I was bested by an (almost) 11 month old. So we had some more bananas.