|Our peanut butter loving Baby Boy|
Little Guy had asked for an apple and some peanut butter/cracker "sandwitches" for breakfast. I know this may not sound like the best breakfast ever, but considering how very picky our three year old is... this is about as good as it gets. He finished maybe half of the food on his plate before wandering away to play with his trains.
I followed him to the train table and we had a lively discussion about how much he should be eating (I said "more". He said "no more"). When I finally convinced him to go back to his breakfast, we both stopped short. The baby was standing there, leaning shakily against the little picnic table where Little Guy always has his breakfast. Baby eyes were sparkling. One chubby hand was firmly attached to the table's edge. The other was cramming the last of a peanut butter cracker into already bulging cheeks. He was grinnning around that mouthful of cracker, like the proverbial kid with a hand in the cookie jar.
If you've read ANY baby book, you know that babies are not supposed to eat peanut butter. My Baby has not yet learned to read, so he didn't know this. Actually I'm pretty sure he would have skipped that chapter if he could read. Though he only had that one taste, he was clearly a fan of the brown goopy stuff right off the bat.
I ran right to him the moment I realized what he was eating, but it was too late. I settled for watching him closely for the next couple of hours. I saw no allergic reactions of any kind, so it ended up allright in the end.
He won't be getting any more samples of peanut butter until he's old enough (at least not on purpose). No matter. I'll never forget the look of sheer joy on my baby's chubby face as he tasted something forbidden for the very first time.