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Matt gets up early with the kids (we usually alternate days sleeping in) and gets their breakfast. He feeds Elliot a banana, which is great because they're healthy and it's something I really hate doing. I can't stand the smell of bananas; when I was pregnant, I couldn't even have them in the house. I only eat them when they are tinged with green, before that ripe banana smell really sets in. Once the first spot of brown appears, forget it. They're worthless to me.

Anyway, because of this aversion, I rarely feed bananas to the baby. Not only is the smell revolting, but you should see what he does to the little pieces we put on his highchair tray. Not to mention the disgustingness I have to scrape out from between his fingers when he's done. Bleh.

So it's great that Matt feeds him chunks of banana at breakfast time, but then I come downstairs and immediately lose my appetite. Because the high chair tray is covered with dry, fossilized remains of banana and the cloth seat cushion has been upholstered in a sticky mass of banana paste, formed from pieces that fell on the way to his mouth and were mixed with dropped Cheerios and crushed under his chunky, squishy baby thighs. And I have to scrape this off the seat and tray before I've even had my coffee, because there is no way my stomach can handle nine cups of strong black coffee with the scent of banana mush in the air.

Like I said, I'm not sure I can complain about this -- but, then again, I think I just did. To anyone bored enough at work that they were willing to read an entire post about bananas.