Jude Finally Got Him Some Real Food

My 6-month-old has WAY more attitude than my 2-year-old. When he's good he's good. But when he's bad...well...you know how the saying goes. He is convinced that he's the same age as Maddox and can walk, talk, eat everything in sight...and when that doesn't happen, he pitches an out-of-this-world fit. His back stiffens, his face turns bright red and then the screaming begins...and it becomes so loud I often think, "Has Maddox ever thrown a fit like this?" I don't think so. I have no idea what I'll be dealing with when Jude is two, but we're taking it one day at a time!

The worst of his tantrums involves food. If you eat in front of him - even if Maddox has his sippy cup - Jude starts protesting and tries his best to get some. There have been countless times when I've had him in my lap and within a half second he's managed to get a chip or a cookie or salad leaf into his mouth. Fast. And fiery. That's my Jude.

Tonight Andrew told me about this buffet in Niceville that we needed to visit. First Choice was the name. He promised it had a little bit of everything. Well...as soon as we pull up (after a 20-min ride of Jude screaming nonstop from the backseat) I see in big red letters "SUSHI BAR. CHINESE."

"Is this a Chinese restaurant?" I asked with suspicion.

"Yea but it has lots of stuff," he assured me (again).

And yes it did have a little bit of everything...Chinese! It was a Chinese-lover's paradise. Sushi was everywhere I looked (gag) and other yucky things...like clams and "mystery meat." Chicken? Not so sure about that. I gave the food a shot but I swear everything tasted just like banana-flavored sunscreen.

First Choice Buffet would be my last choice! And on top of that, Jude started cranking up. I had assumed this "little bit of everything buffet" would have sweet peas or mashed potatoes, but nope...so I had to let him nurse a string bean and feed him banana pudding and ice cream (because of course he wanted NOTHING to do with his bottle). I think the woman across from us (who kept staring at me as I tried my best to keep Jude quiet...was I THAT entertaining?) was judging me for feeding a 6-month-old ice cream, but oh well. This mama was desperate! What a night, I tell you. I guess Jude enjoyed it though....

my little wild hog, who tries to eat anything and everything