Around week three, you realize feeding a baby is less “nurturing bonding experience” and more “hostage negotiation with someone who has zero demands and infinite veto power.”
The spoon goes in. The spoon comes out. The purée is now on your eyebrow.
And then something clicks. Not in the baby — in you. You stop playing by the rules. You start improvising.
Owen used to clamp his mouth shut the second he saw the spoon. So I started pretending to feed his stuffed elephant first. Owen would get jealous and open up just long enough for me to sneak in a bite.
Was it manipulative? Technically. Did it work? Every single time.
What’s your feeding hack? Owen’s getting wise to the elephant trick.