<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post2441978322460995932..comments</id><updated>2009-05-12T18:51:02.385-07:00</updated><category term='portraits of an economy'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='Scarlett my looooooove'/><category term='spare some change'/><category term='This and that'/><category term='FAQ'/><category term='chic of the week'/><category term='books'/><category term='if hal was a designer he&apos;d be &quot;virile wang&quot;'/><category term='my mom is not &quot;like that&quot;'/><category term='XXVIII'/><category term='Happpppppppy New Year'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='how positively postmodern'/><category term='GGC Loves Uncle Frank'/><category term='article of the week'/><category term='girl&apos;s gone wilde'/><category term='guest-posters with the mosters'/><category term='I love him so much I could puke'/><category term='Happy Valentines Day'/><category term='someone should hire me as my so-called life&apos;s publicist'/><category term='HostSecret'/><category term='memes'/><category term='True Mom Confessions'/><category term='web-dork humor'/><category term='obama for president'/><category term='meredith&apos;s vagina'/><category term='SMA'/><category term='books for children advice for adults'/><category term='terrible twosday'/><category term='&apos;ists'/><category term='baby names'/><category term='gone style'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='Best of 2009'/><category term='letters'/><category term='mix tape'/><category term='my grandma is a rock star'/><category term='photoetry'/><category term='featured'/><category term='Baby TV'/><category term='really bad calls'/><category term='super tuesday'/><category term='PooPoo Haikus'/><category term='politics'/><category term='photo essays'/><category term='sunday snaps'/><category term='ggc fashion'/><category term='viva los angeles'/><category term='inside outside'/><category term='no good very bad week'/><category term='rockin&apos; down to rockabye'/><category term='eat well'/><category term='Fable Films'/><category term='friday night fashion'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='pregnant with twins'/><category term='halloween is good'/><category term='ggc films'/><category term='Photos of the Week'/><category term='sheNANNYgans'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='life story'/><category term='Track Tuesday'/><category term='beautiful life'/><category term='palm trees are assholes'/><category term='Ists'/><category term='i love this babyname stuff'/><category term='I&apos;m a good mother'/><category term='Rockabye'/><category term='married life'/><title type='text'>Comments on Girl's Gone Child: Bananacado</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/feeds/2441978322460995932/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>GIRL'S GONE CHILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/193/1600/ggcsample.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2268836865148823584</id><published>2009-05-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...the Banana-mole (as in not "Guaca"-mole)......</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...the Banana-mole (as in not "Guaca"-mole)...Learned about it from my best friend...and yes, it does exist...and I must say...I find it quite tasty - as does her daughter and my son.  But, it is certainly obscure and pretty gnarly looking.  However, I ate peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches as a child...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2268836865148823584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2268836865148823584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1242179460000#c2268836865148823584' title=''/><author><name>Megan Lowden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034276943250902509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tphlmbn_vnc/SUBTyXmp7QI/AAAAAAAAAA8/M2alX0_DE4k/S220/vintage+001.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-89316942'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-4005944678558942159</id><published>2009-05-11T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:13:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband always handed lemon slices to my daught...</title><content type='html'>My husband always handed lemon slices to my daughter in restaurants, and now, at 2.5 years old, if there's a slice of lemon anywhere on the table she'll grab it and devour.  Really sucks when we have fish and chips and I want it on my fish!  But oh so funny to watch her make the lemon face, and then go back for more.  Yay daddy!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/4005944678558942159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/4005944678558942159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1242033180000#c4005944678558942159' title=''/><author><name>Going Crazy in Paradise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07043266688150290357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MhIoECaBkGk/SW17ycBJZ5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/QOx4clquDXQ/S220/Lillie+December+2008+-+January+2009+052.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1701023772'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8660094420360080648</id><published>2009-05-08T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:44:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My son loved bananacado.  The secret is upping the...</title><content type='html'>My son loved bananacado.  The secret is upping the banana part.  I actually ate it, and liked it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Those kids of yours are adorable!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/8660094420360080648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/8660094420360080648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241847840000#c8660094420360080648' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216375209030743718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4_k5qcmmbQ/SSG-TzfE-zI/AAAAAAAAFiY/NORlRTsV-I4/S220/becky1.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1284468709'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1967850222818414696</id><published>2009-05-08T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:42:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For me, it's the things Pumpkinpie does sometimes....</title><content type='html'>For me, it's the things Pumpkinpie does sometimes... I am one of those people who like my food separate, and things like soggy bread or cereal gross me out, as do fruit/meat combos. So my daughter? For a time, liked to put her food in her drink and make some sort of stomach-turning "soup" out of it. Meat in her OJ, corn in her apple juice, pasta in her milk. BARF.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/1967850222818414696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/1967850222818414696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241836920000#c1967850222818414696' title=''/><author><name>kittenpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/34/113920056_42542bdd28_m.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1717081650'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-245780257991905739</id><published>2009-05-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, here is another hubby attempting to feed bab...</title><content type='html'>Okay, here is another hubby attempting to feed baby story: one cold winter's day, my husband was rooting around in the refrigerator trying to find something to feed our 18 month old. He found a container of peach soy yogurt. He didn't remember buying it, so he checked the date, which said February 16th. Great! It's not expired and it's not anything he'd ever put in his mouth, so let's give it to the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opens it and gives her a spoonful. Dd grimaces but taking after her daddy, manages to choke it down. In the meantime, my husband smells a strange odor, not that soy yogurt smells all that great to begin with. He checks the expiration date again. And yes, it is, in fact, ONE YEAR past it's expiration date! Yum!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/245780257991905739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/245780257991905739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241830020000#c245780257991905739' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca Wolf</name><uri>http://thrivingbabies.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-72324733'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-3482959198611787903</id><published>2009-05-08T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:23:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband was wondering why our 4.5 month old dau...</title><content type='html'>My husband was wondering why our 4.5 month old daughter, who just started on solids, seemed to eat so much better for me than for him.  So, I sat next to him to see how he did it.  And I quickly realized the problem.  He was expecting her to actually close her lips and mouth around the spoon like a grown-up!  He'd stick the spoon in her mouth when she opened up....and then just leave it there!  I thought it was kind of funny.  I also love it when she sneezes with a mouth full of sweet potatoes.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/3482959198611787903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/3482959198611787903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241828580000#c3482959198611787903' title=''/><author><name>trishconway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858592429897764507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-7302309'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8055072362477501729</id><published>2009-05-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was little my dad taught me to dip my frenc...</title><content type='html'>When I was little my dad taught me to dip my french fries in water. He was afraid I would burn myself. I can't believe I did that, yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/8055072362477501729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/8055072362477501729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241827680000#c8055072362477501729' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10723487094275003614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1438086824'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-5734725892622114217</id><published>2009-05-08T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:37:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little one LOVES avocados and he LOVES 'nanas, ...</title><content type='html'>My little one LOVES avocados and he LOVES 'nanas, but together...not so much :) I came home one time to my husband and son (not even 2 yrs old yet) drinking a protein shake in the garage as they "worked out". Protein shake mustache(s) included :) Like father, like son.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/5734725892622114217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/5734725892622114217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241818620000#c5734725892622114217' title=''/><author><name>jntaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01402948659382394829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPmZjsahPgA/R-MGMRxLmPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXVDk_GvwAU/S220/blog_01.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-34715055'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2672134436222850444</id><published>2009-05-08T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:17:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost peed my pants reading this. 
seriously.</title><content type='html'>i almost peed my pants reading this. &lt;br /&gt;seriously.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2672134436222850444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2672134436222850444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241817420000#c2672134436222850444' title=''/><author><name>Heather Maxwell-Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15487361479603890707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9vucmi1OJV4/R9SpdGXVFfI/AAAAAAAAACA/XwDlo9MDKIA/S220/1659112489_4224074fef.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-204336974'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2649395779166261085</id><published>2009-05-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Elliot's first birthday, he had his first taste...</title><content type='html'>On Elliot's first birthday, he had his first taste of cake and ice cream. He wasn't thrilled about the cake but went to town on the vanilla bean ice cream. It was the first night in his life that he slept 11 hours straight. Bliss!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2649395779166261085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2649395779166261085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241817000000#c2649395779166261085' title=''/><author><name>Elif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933604368792323147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2113887942'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-3991899372546149053</id><published>2009-05-08T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:58:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one word-  brocco-tato.  Broccoli and potatoes sho...</title><content type='html'>one word-  brocco-tato.  Broccoli and potatoes should be delicious, right?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/3991899372546149053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/3991899372546149053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241816280000#c3991899372546149053' title=''/><author><name>LD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08530026652363687161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1182012139'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-9026260359863575967</id><published>2009-05-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha! Oh my god - because I live in a shoebox our...</title><content type='html'>Ha Ha! Oh my god - because I live in a shoebox our computer is conviently located on our dining room table right next to our sons crib. (so fun!) If I'm real sneaky and quiet I can actually use the computer while the boy is napping. Reading your story though made me crack up! I tried my darndest to laugh quietly but ending up waking up my son. It's okay though - it was worth it! &lt;br /&gt;No crazy food stories are coming to mind that are much different than anything that a toddler can normally do at every eating. I envy the fact that you can feed your little one though in such a pretty outfit or in any clothes at all. If my sons not naked during a feeding then he has to have a bath afterwards. Wait till they start rubbing all that yumminess into their hair. :) No need for gel or hairspray at our household just mash up and salivate whatever it is your eating and rub it in! :) &lt;br /&gt;I love your post! Thanks for making my day!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/9026260359863575967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/9026260359863575967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241815260000#c9026260359863575967' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1458334159'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-3448444443949669823</id><published>2009-05-08T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:16:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a similar story...men are bad at following ...</title><content type='html'>I have a similar story...men are bad at following directions.  On Daddy's day home, I left instructions to give baby a little bit of carrots with his cereal (just starting baby food.)  I got a call later in the day saying "baby has just been crying all afternoon, I think the carrots upset his belly."  I didn't think a whole lot about it.  The next day it came up in passing that he gave baby the WHOLE container of carrots.  "He was crying the whole time, but I just thought he was grumpy," says husband.  WHAT?! Emerson was probably saying in baby language, "Mommy waaah never makes me eat waah this much!"  Owell...he doesn't love carrots so much anymore...lol  I know now that I need to be very clear when leaving feeding instructions !</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/3448444443949669823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/3448444443949669823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241813760000#c3448444443949669823' title=''/><author><name>The Brown Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08890254975027014053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16895725038072962432'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0iumstbXK8/SX0NOT3aj6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/bsclRaQ3OkI/S220/Brown+(19).jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1737490473'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-5926295276150158892</id><published>2009-05-08T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:05:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I win, I'll pay it fwd.  But I couldn't resist ...</title><content type='html'>If I win, I'll pay it fwd.  But I couldn't resist sharing my food story.  When I went back to work with my first baby, it tore my heart out but I was glad that she was home with her daddy.  I pumped every day and he gave her bottles during the day.  When it was time for her to start eating food, it was fun trying out the different veggies and fruit.  One day, I left a jar of carrots and apricots.  He added the apricots to her bottle of breatmilk!  doh!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/5926295276150158892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/5926295276150158892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241813100000#c5926295276150158892' title=''/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190385895207863962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1831004170'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1180764534172558911</id><published>2009-05-08T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:55:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah yes I have one more to add...Hazel was still on...</title><content type='html'>Ah yes I have one more to add...Hazel was still on the bottle. She must have been about 5 months old. My husband was working from home with her and we had been speaking about weaning her off the bottle, not planning on doing it RIGHT THEN mind you, just speaking about it, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home at 5:30 and Michael is sitting in a chair in the living room, his head in his hands and Hazel is sitting on the floor bawling...."what's wrong?" I ask..."I don't know" he tells me "She won't stop crying".  "Well, when was her last bottle?" I ask "1:30" he says ... "She's hungry!"...(idiot) I love him but....hehe, I laugh now, not that I think a hungry child is funny...or a temporarily stupid husband for that matter.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/1180764534172558911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/1180764534172558911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241812500000#c1180764534172558911' title=''/><author><name>liasynthis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229282562444758810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-916577319'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-8840502815784703977</id><published>2009-05-08T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:48:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know if this counts...is vegetable oil a f...</title><content type='html'>I don't know if this counts...is vegetable oil a food? My husband would probably say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Michael to get vegetable oil this morning for Hazel's cupcakes (for her 1st birthday) and this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I'm going to the supermarket today do you need anything?&lt;br /&gt;me: I need vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;M: What kind of vegetable oil?&lt;br /&gt;me: regular vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;M: but what kind?&lt;br /&gt;me: Like, plain vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;M: like broccoli oil?&lt;br /&gt;me: (in head- !?) no...vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;M: like, shortening?&lt;br /&gt;me: no, just fucking plain vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;M: Why are you yelling at me?&lt;br /&gt;me: (in head- ?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/8840502815784703977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/8840502815784703977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241812080000#c8840502815784703977' title=''/><author><name>liasynthis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229282562444758810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-916577319'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-4755474768754625919</id><published>2009-05-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight month old Parker is adding new foods to his ...</title><content type='html'>Eight month old Parker is adding new foods to his menu every day, though I think we'll skip the bananacado. Ick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we fed him broccoli? He cried. He was inconsolable. Couldn't understand what he had done to deserve this terrible stuff being served to him. It's still not his favorite, but he no longer sobs when it's presented to him.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/4755474768754625919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/4755474768754625919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241811060000#c4755474768754625919' title=''/><author><name>Parker's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-379660894'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-6907025998647325666</id><published>2009-05-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, don't have kids but I was one and here is wh...</title><content type='html'>Well, don't have kids but I was one and here is what I did.  I was about 10 or 11 and going through a phase of wanted to cook.  My mom allowed me do some when she was around but well, I was always well behaved so I decided to make cookies without her.  I went into the pantry and started to look for flour.  I was stupid then (and now probably) so I didn't understand there were so many different types of flour so I used the kind in the tupperware container that I assumed was the kind my mom used.  It was the one that was opened and thoughtfully poured into an airtight container.  I made the cookie recipe and started up the oven to bake them.  Dad came home shortly after I pulled them from the oven. In true dad style he didn't seem to care at all that I was using the oven. I was so excited to eat my cookies and took a huge bit.  I offer dad one which he accepted.  Two seconds after biting into mine I realized something had gone horribly wrong.  Besides the fact that the cookies were a hell of alot puffier than any cookie I had ever seen (self rising vs all purpose flour) they were sprinkled with maggots.  Thats right, the plastic bin that I assumed was "the good flour" was really the "I poured it into the container and forgot about it flour".  I still have a hard time eating sugar cookies without thinking of all those little cooked maggots sticking out of my partially eaten cookie.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/6907025998647325666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/6907025998647325666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241809920000#c6907025998647325666' title=''/><author><name>Alicia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-999042333'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-7878332532232185641</id><published>2009-05-08T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:03:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well there was that one time I told my husband to ...</title><content type='html'>Well there was that one time I told my husband to feed Danger cereal for breakfast and came downstairs to him trying to feed my 6 month old honey bunches of oats.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/7878332532232185641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/7878332532232185641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241809380000#c7878332532232185641' title=''/><author><name>lovingdanger</name><uri>http://lovingdanger.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/openid16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1836379745'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-4377688036410411500</id><published>2009-05-08T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:51:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First love, love your writing!   
Second, would lo...</title><content type='html'>First love, love your writing!   &lt;br /&gt;Second, would loooooove to win the high chair!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two funny ones...(well they are funny to me anyway!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was a bit, um militant with her first child.  Her son did not have ANY sugar, preservatives, additives, etc in his first year of life.    When his first birthday rolled around a baker in our family baked our traditional 1 Year old birthday cake.  What's that?    Well she bakes a big cake with a smaller cake on top.  The idea is that the smaller cake is for the baby.   Fits right on the high chair tray!  For pictures and stuff.    The "baby cake" was placed on my nephews tray and while we sang he just looked at it.  He had no clue what to do.    When we finished singing, my sister says, "Go ahead taste it".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently, he puts one finger in the frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tastes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes light up like its the fucking fourth of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing, he puts his whole face in the cake!    Thus began his downward spiral to sugar addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister's kid number 2- &lt;br /&gt;We called her Cricket.   Why?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were always finding with a cricket in her mouth.   Seriously, I don't know where they were coming from! &lt;br /&gt;If you found her hiding under the dining room table, chances are she would have cricket legs hanging out of her mouth!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/4377688036410411500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/4377688036410411500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241808660000#c4377688036410411500' title=''/><author><name>LR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096638029966214743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1496296199'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2357050073881291000</id><published>2009-05-08T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:43:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We don&amp;#39;t have a baby yet. But these contractio...</title><content type='html'>We don&amp;#39;t have a baby yet. But these contractions are getting stronger each day! However the garden is jam packed with things that should be sweet and ripe (or stored away &amp;amp; frozen) around the time the kid is ready to eat them.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2357050073881291000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2357050073881291000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241808180000#c2357050073881291000' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998755307547391097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1898034283'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-131168549669476208</id><published>2009-05-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've said it before, I'll say it again...man your ...</title><content type='html'>I've said it before, I'll say it again...man your kids are gorgeous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With three kids it is hard not to have handfulls of food stories...mmmm....let's see. One of my favorites is when we were in the car on the way home from grocery shopping and didn't realize right away (with one twin screaming) that the other had grabbed a big block of cheddar (one pounders, you know) out of the bag and had chewed through the plastic and was happily nibbling on his giant rectangle of cheese. It could have been a lot worse...little mouse.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/131168549669476208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/131168549669476208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241807880000#c131168549669476208' title=''/><author><name>alissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15936009502408690438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-920493409'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-3402827118057560136</id><published>2009-05-08T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:05:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister-in-law was running short on food and ins...</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law was running short on food and insists on making all of her own baby food, so she took a red pepper and steamed it and then food processed it in her magic baby food maker, then she added feta cheese and did more processing.  Baby made about the funniest face I've ever seen, I think they were two WAY too powerful combinations for a baby raised on breast milk!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/3402827118057560136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/3402827118057560136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241805900000#c3402827118057560136' title=''/><author><name>Kirsten M.</name><uri>http://www.rockjuice.wordpress.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-89536561'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2991406222566355215</id><published>2009-05-08T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:42:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite food story was when we were trying to ...</title><content type='html'>My favorite food story was when we were trying to get my little sister to eat healthier and we would chop up veggies and hide them in her food.  We had put olives in the ground beef for handburgers and she was eating them just fine so I thought we could tell her what was in them.  The second the words were out of my mouth she spit up all of the burger and refused to eat another bite. We tried to explain she had been eating them just fine but there is no reasoning with the baby in the family.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2991406222566355215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/2991406222566355215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241804520000#c2991406222566355215' title=''/><author><name>Alyssa Jones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2127311841'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1592711544126794124</id><published>2009-05-08T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:33:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I mentioned Bananacado to my husband and he says "...</title><content type='html'>I mentioned Bananacado to my husband and he says "What? That wouldn't taste good together?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my story is about our little one year old.  He just turned one (omg!) over two weeks ago.  Anways, we wanted him to have fun on his one year old birthday so we let him at his cake, not the "smash" cake they sent home with us from the bakery.  Well aparently he doesn't like to get messy, I've been suspecting it anways.  Daddy had to put his hands in the frosting and then into his mouth.  After that only this video can tell the rest.  He took another few minutes to use his hands again.  What a hoot!  &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLTwztrXz0Q &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note, Fable is adorable.  In 20 years we could be checking to see if she's avaliable. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/1592711544126794124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/2441978322460995932/comments/default/1592711544126794124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html?showComment=1241803980000#c1592711544126794124' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLTwztrXz0Q</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.girlsgonechild.net/2009/05/bananacado.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2441978322460995932' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18751784/posts/default/2441978322460995932' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1443011820'/></entry></feed>
