Memorial Day –or- Why Babies don’t eat Jello

We had a big celebration for Memorial Day this year.  Last year, we celebrated Luke’s long weekend with extended hours in the NICU. 

The weather cooperated very nicely; it’s either been nasty hot or raining lately, but Monday was delightfully warm and sunny.

My mom called me before we headed down and told me that she made something “special” for Piper for dinner, and to bring her Bumbo. 

Hmph.  That doesn’t bode so well- the Bumbo is the only completely washable and waterproof baby sitting device we own. 

Dangerous.  Very dangerous.

The surprise?

Jello Jigglers. 

This should be interesting.

The dining experience:

…and the even more hilarious clean-up:

The funniest part was that she kept getting frustrated because she couldn’t hold on to the Jello.  So she’d hold the next handful even tighter, which of course just made it even less likely to stay in her hands.  She ingested just a couple bites, I’m sure- have you ever tried to hold slimy-with-spit jello cubes?

I won’t admit that the backs of Piper’s legs (and her hands) are still stained red.

I also won’t admit that I can’t wait to let her try again.  But maybe this time we’ll try something less…  vibrantly colored.