So right outside of our kitchen window is the greatest magnolia tree, at least that's what I call it. A couple of weeks ago I noticed a robin had built a nest right by the window. For the past couple of weeks I've watched the adorable mama bird snuggle into the nest knowing that she must have some eggs that she was keeping warm on those cool spring nights. I was desperate to show Beck the nest and eggs, we watched the bird from the kitchen for a couple of weeks and finally convinced Dustin to get out the ladder so we could peek into the nest. Sure enough there were 2 baby birds in the next with one unhatched perfect blue egg. What fun! Such a fun chance to talk to Beck about babies and how different animals take care of their little ones.
But that mama bird really got me thinking. One night while washing some dishes I watched her fly back to her nest and promptly feed her little ones. I started thinking about the different phases of "feeding" my babies. From the endless nights of breast feeding, to the transition to bottles and feeling bad about not making it to a year breast feeding either little one. To making baby food for cute little chubby babies who screamed in their high chairs. To really struggling with Harper and how she refused to eat anything but fruit and carbohydrates. It is ingrained into us as mothers to nourish our little people. Every creature does it, so no wonder I find myself obsessed with how to feed Beckett and Harper the very best things I can.
This week Harper ate her first meat without it being hidden in something else. Since she was 9 months old I have been placing meat and veggies on her plate with every meal... and for a year and a half she has not touched a single bite. I wish I was being dramatic, but really, she doesn't even put a bite in her mouth, she absolutely rejected all meat and veggies. So imagine my surprise when I turned around this week to see her take three big bites of turkey off of her dinner plate and eat them. Sweet relief. I hope this sticks.