Oh here I am with another one for ya...this one may seem inconsequential, but boy am I sick of it already.
No one told me how much time I would spend crouched on the floor wiping stuff up
Little G has been eating the same food we eat for dinner since about 7 months old. Last night, he ate an ear of corn and some roast leg of lamb. The night before he had homemade mac and cheese and half a piece of Tilapia. We have been subscribing to the Baby Led Weaning approach to feeding him with outstanding results...but the freedom of him feeding himself means there is a lot of food on our floors.
He eats three meals a day and two snacks from his high chair and he's getting much better at reigning in the mess, but I still end on the floor five times a day wiping up what didn't make it into his mouth. Since it is 'real' food and not just dry, easily-sweepable baby puffs, using a broom just mashes it further into the floor. And we could get a dog, but it seems very impractical, not to mention insensitive to the dog, to find a Fido friend to agree to be our pet for the sole purpose of cleaning up the floors. Besides, that theory was bunked last month when we visited my mom and sister in PA and Little G figured out that if he dropped food from his high chair the fun doggies would come over and lick his hands. Needless to say, he didn't eat much that week and my mom and sister's dogs gained a pound or two.
I realize this is a small thing to consider and it knowing this little factoid would have never kept me from having a child...but I do feel like it would have been nice if someone had warned me. Thus, I am passing the information along to you of which you may do with it as you please.
In the meantime, I can be found crawling around on all fours under our dining room table.