Monday, January 25, 2010

Only Bananas And Ice Cream From Now On

Maxwell is ten months old tomorrow.  Maxwell still eats only baby food.  Uh oh, Maxwell.

After consulting extensively with both Yahoo and Google Answers, we were very confident with a diagnosis of dysphagia.  Out of medical prudence, we decided visit to the pediatrician for a second opinion.  The little guy pounded a few shots of barium, was looked at under an x-ray, and deemed perfectly fine by the doctor.  He is just a little slow learning to eat, which is really weird, because I can eat.

The poor little dude has a tendency to gag on anything solid.  The gagging leads to coughing which leads to a re-dinnering.  Vomit.  Puke.  Honk.  Technicolor yawn.  Every baby pukes, no big deal.  But just like with their poop, big boy food equals big boy smell.

Tonight, he let loose with most of his mac and cheese and green beans all over himself and a little bit on me.  It was the traditional gastric eau de toilette.  Yesterday, he returned all of his peach yogurt on me, which, in a relatively pleasant turn of events, still smelled exactly like peach yogurt.

If you care, or if like me you are wondering how the hell you can get rid of that stench in your car, I offer you this brief chemistry lesson.  The smell comes from butyric acid, which I might have already known if I was awake during any of my chemistry classes.  This is also the same stinky stuff that is being tossed around on Whale Wars.  So take that, Japanese whaling fleet.  My boy is coming for you and he just ate beets.

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