I had my first true full-frustration-with-my-daughter moment, and it didn’t feel good. I was feeding her scrambled eggs, and she was doing everything she could to get the eggs anywhere but in her mouth. She would grab the eggs and then just drop or fling them. I would try to feed her with the spoon and she would knock it away with hands or elbows (or both; she’s going to be a heckuva defender when playing basketball). It really frustrated me. I kept reminding myself that “she’s nine-months-old, she’s not doing this on purpose, etc etc yada yada yada.” But man, it really frustrated me. I finally gave up on the scrambled eggs by themselves, added some sweet potato to hold everything together better, and then the feeding went on without a(nother) hitch. It took me a little while to come down off of that, because man, it REALLY frustrated me.
(Editor’s note: She was bothered not even a little bit. In fact, I think she enjoyed it. And I know for a fact our dog loved it. Incredible edible egg, indeed.)