Mason’s at it again. The last time we went out of town, I made the mistake of bringing jarred food and the babe refused to touch it. He’ll only eat homemade, apparently. As soon as we returned to New York he was back on track with his mom-made eats. Now he’s in DC this week with Chris while I’m on a business trip and he’s refusing to eat once again.
I thought I had it all figured out. I packed all of his homemade favorites, including Minty Peas, Baby Cheese Sauce, Tomato-Curry Lentils, Broccoli Puree, and two different kinds of yogurt. But when he got to the daycare — there’s a great one he visits when he’s down there — he refused to eat a bite. Bottles only and he fussed all day.
Last time the strike seemed to be about the food, it was a pattern I had seen before when I tried to feed him from a jar or packet. This time I fear he’s homesick and perhaps missing mommy. It breaks my heart. How’s that for working mom suckage?