Strawberries are one of those foods you hear horror stories about from everyone who feels like giving their opinion on your child's foray in to solid food.
Of course I never ask for these opinions, and I especially don't want to hear horror stories about children who try a new food and stop breathing, but it's like when you're pregnant and your great aunt Nancy feels the need to tell you she was in labor for 75 hours, in a car, in a snowstorm.
Today I was an allergist, feeding miniscule pieces of strawberry to Bellerina while monitoring her breathing patterns, blinks per minute, nail growth and general skin condition. I was doing all this monitoring while she was getting really ticked off, yelling "That! That!" and pointing at the plate of strawberries while I waited 2 minutes between bites to be sure we didn't enter the ER danger zone.
We survived.
Her less scathed then me.
Bonus: Allergists make bank!
You know something? I don't even have children, yet I love reading your blog. It's almost like my daily paper - headlining news (what's my cousin and her adorable offspring up to?), comics (no need to explain this one), and a horoscope (what will lie ahead should I ever procreate) all in one! You're the best! Keep up the good work! :) xoxo
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