The Cantrell Clan

Name: Katie
Location: Madison, Wisconsin

I am adjusting to life in a new town as a new mom- nothing like giving birth and moving across the country in a two-week span to teach you what chaos really means!

Sunday, May 24, 2009

BratFest

We attended our second Wisconsin food festival last weekend and determined that Midwestern food festivals go something like this: 1) Arrive. 2) Eat Featured Food Item. 3) Hmmm, What Do We Do Now? 4) Go Home.

Brat Fest was pretty fabulous, with the Weinermobile

and the (slightly less famous) Johnsonville Brat Semi Truck.

The festival set some kind of world record- 208,472 brats consumed (I think they might just be competing against themselves?), and we were responsible for 6 of those...mmm.


Hannah enjoyed her first bratwurst experience.

Nick and Phil tried their best to win Hannah a giant tacky carnival prize,
but no luck. (If money were no object, their competitive natures would have kept them at the ring toss until success or midnight.)

Then Nick tried the ladder climb...so close!


Hannah's souvenir t-shirt says it all:

I'm hungry, Daddy!

Friday night: I have plans to go out with a friend. Nick takes on solo parenting duties (dinner, books, bed). When I got home, I asked how things went.

"It was fine, but she didn't really drink anything out of the bottle," he said. "She started at it really well, but then she just chewed on it and played with it for a while."

I thought that was a little odd- she'd been taking a bottle really well lately- but I was mostly just disappointed because it meant she'd definitely be hungry in the middle of the night.

The next morning, I slept in a little while Nick got up with Hannah. I came downstairs just as he was about to give her last night's bottle, which he had just thrown back in the fridge after she didn't drink it (sanitation be damned, it's liquid gold, people). He picked her up, she immediately started to suck on the bottle...and nothing happened.

I could see it from across the room. It explained everything.

"Um, she doesn't seem to be getting any milk. Is there any chance the cap is still in the bottle?"

"The what?" he said, as he unscrewed the top and pulled out the little stopper disc...

Hannah gets 100 points for going to bed after being teased with an undrinkable bottle and not even throwing a little bit of a fit.

Nick gets 10 points for a valiant effort, 0 points for observation skills, and 50 points for not trying to use this as a "you're clearly just better at feeding her than I am" future excuse.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Edible Foodlike Substances

Life is much easier in many respects now that Hannah is eating solid foods, but now we have a whole new set of challenges. Like snack foods. Our day consists of a series of Meals, Naps, Snacks, and In Betweens, so I need a ready supply of portable food to get through my errands. Unfortunately, there's a serious shortage of snack food that isn't disgustingly messy. Hannah would be in heaven if she could snack on avocado all day, but the world doesn't contain enough wet wipes to make that possible.

Snacks mainly consist of cheerios, freeze-dried bananas and mangoes, and Gerber puffs, which are like cheerios with flavor (sweet potato, corn, banana, etc). They're mostly air- a serving is 75 puffs and has a whopping 35 calories- but she thinks they're delicious. And yes, they have sugar in them, but so does everything. Even cheerios. So I figure, weighing sugar and some processed ingredients against baby happiness and a lack of smearing, the puffs are ok.

But I couldn't help but think that Hannah might like a little variety in her life. So the last time we were at the grocery, I was checking out the baby section to see what else they might have in finger foods. Canned Meat Sticks? Hmmm, both messy AND disgusting. (really? Who was the marketing genius behind that one?) Aha, Gerber Lil' Crunchies. A baked whole grain corn snack. And look, pictures of peppers and tomatoes on the can. Those look promising. I tossed a can in the cart and we continued on our way.

Snack time rolls around and I bust out the crunchies. Hannah is in baby heaven. She flaps her arms, kicks her feet and dives for more. Curious, I try one. And yes, they are fabulous. Because they're the consistency of Cheetos (the puffy kind) and have the same flavor as Cool Ranch Doritos. And hey, they have the same first two ingredients- corn meal and corn oil- as Doritos. Chip industry - 1. Mom - 0.

Sneaky, Gerber, very sneaky... Maybe Nestle, Gerber's parent company, also owns some kind of chip line and this is their way of creating the next generation of consumers. I checked- that's not the case, although they do own Hot Pockets. Maybe they're just taking a blanket approach for a taste in processed foods.

As if my immediate "what have I done to my child" guilt wasn't enough, a few days later I was listening to a radio interview with Michael Pollan, author of The Omnivore's Dilemma. And the main premise of his new book, In Defense of Food, is that there are a lot of eat this, not that debates out there, but the easiest decision is this: You should eat (and by extension, feed your children) food. Not edible foodlike substances, which can be identified by their laundry list of ingredients and failure to resemble anything that grows in your garden or lives in your pasture.

Gerber Lil' Crunchy, anyone?

And the Hannah picture of the week.
"I can't believe this liberal bias. The New York Times is such a lefty rag."