Silver...

When I was in art class in high school, We had a project to write out a quote in calligraphy. The quote I chose to write was, "The only thing you should expect on a silver platter is tarnish." I've never expected anything on a silver platter in my life so it was fitting. I'm not quite sure why I chose it, but I did, and it suits me and my personality.

Apparently the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

This past Sunday, I was at mom's house again. What, might you ask, was I doing there? Duh...packing...have you not been reading my blog recently, that's how I spend my free time, it's sort of a hobby at this point. So anyway, I had Li'l Foot with me. It was getting to be about lunch time and because I had waited too long, I couldn't put her down or she'd start to have a fit, so we went to the kitchen. I fixed her some homemade apples & pears food with baby oatmeal. And then I proceeded to feed her. With the only baby sized spoon I could find. Mine. From my mom's silverware set. With my initials on it. I cleaned it first of course. I polished it with silver polish, and then cleaned it with water and soap and a sponge to make sure no silver polish was left behind. And there wasn't, because I did the sniffer test. Where I had previously smelled tarnish, and then smelled the polish and then smelled the soap, there was nothing, just the smell of nothing. It was super clean.

I proceeded to feed her spoonful by spoonful, shoving it in her boca, bite after bite. We were about 3 or 4 spoon fulls from being finished, when she started to fuss. I didn't think much of it until she started to make really weird heaving motions with her body. And then Niagara Falls broke the dam and there was a waterfall of food streaming out of her mouth, onto the counter and then the floor. **Sigh** Now I'm sure that there was a bubble in the depths of her tummy that went awry, but I'm telling myself that she just is not a silver spoon kind of girl. Some day the material things in life just won't be important to her, in fact she will perhaps resist them just as she resisted being fed with a silver spoon.

But really, you had to see this stream of food that came up and out of her mouth. It was a sight and it sure did stink. Ick!