|“I’ll feed myself, thank you very much.”|
No, we’re definitely not yet cool enough to rock out several fun rounds of mini-golf as a family, but we sort of have our own version of the game going on here. You know the holes with those windmills spinning around in front of the hole? When you have to perfectly time your stroke so you can get the ball in the hole? Yeah, so I get to play this game 3x/day when I try to feed my daughter. She is, basically, a hysterical mess when it comes to feeding time. She bends, flails, and waves her arms. A successful insertion of a spoonful of food in her mouth makes me feel like I just won an Olympic Gold medal (yes, this is a shout-out to The Games, starting 7/27–less than 2 months away!). If I can get the food in, past her spinning head and arms-in-constant motion, I am seriously Mom of the Year and have scored my hole-in-one. Why pay for a game of golf when you can just try to feed an infant??
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