Ah, Cheerios

In the past three months, baby has eaten several thousand organic cheerios. She has eaten them sitting in her high chair, in her playpen, and at a variety of places outside the home, including, sometimes, in her car seat as we move down the road. She eats a fair mount of solid food that is not organic cheerios, but not as much as she does of this, to her, perfect food. The perfect size for picking up with her little fingers, cheerios are also easy to chew and swallow. They have a reassuring sameness about them, bite after bite, chew after chew. They are, in a way, the solid food equivalent of breast milk, though roughly a thousand times less nutritious. I prefer it when baby is enjoying a piece of tofu or chicken or bean burrito, but there is something very Zen about her enjoyment of her favorite cereal. And, presumably, I’ll miss this stage when it is gone.