Dr Jekyll/Mr.Hyde

I thought it would be a lot longer -- 10 years maybe, not 10 months -- before I'd find myself saying: "Django used to really like [insert tedious, adult-pleasing thing here.] I don't know what happened to my formerly [insert relevant adult-pleasing accolade here] baby." But Django's already started to reject vegetables.

**HEAVY SIGH**

I was frantic about it at first. I started to see how people end up feeding their children Hot Cheetos for breakfast. I mean, if they'll eat them, it makes you feel good on some level, you know? Not quite the same level as omega-3/high-fiber/sugar-free/multi-grain cereal with low-fat/vitamin-enriched/high-protein/nut-milk might. But, hey, you get them to eat & drink every day and your job as a mom is done! Or, at least, they live another day for you to work harder at getting the rest of the job right.

I keep trying to remind myself these things go in phases. And cycles, too. This week, I've learned that Django will usually eat vegetables in Tasty Bites (boil-in-bag Indian food) and Tom's Peasant Pies (locally-made, handheld pasties,) but not ones made by me. Oh, except/unless I puree and hide the vegetables in applesauce. I think I may have invented a new, marketable line of food this way -- MicroGreen & Basil Applesauce (excellent with pork!), Squash & Carrot Applesauce (great with turkey!) Next up: Zucchini & Green Bean Applesauce (try with chicken?)

At the same time, Django is doing other very exciting and compensatory things, like talking. Consensus has it his first words are: cat, dog and Tedra. (Yes, in case you're wondering, I feel slightly bitter about that.) He keeps trying to say rabbit, but mostly it comes out as "ra...ra." He's also learning to steal toys from Max, practicing his shrieks of complaint when Max steals toys from him, and standing on his own for minutes at a time. Just today he did his first walking with only one of my hands as help. He's already growing up too, very fast.