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My 2 year old son Oliver eats just about everything. The other day, Janda and I had lunch at Aran here in Regensburg, and Oliver had fresh German whole grain bread spread half with tomato-garlic spread and the other half with a tuna-artichoke mix. He’s eaten caviar, blood sausage, raw onion, boiled beef with horseradish, […]
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People always told me I wouldn’t believe how quickly my child would grow, but things are getting ridiculous around here. My almost-two-year old has suddenly decided he’s a forty-five-year-old businessman. While his misconception can be entertaining, especially when he demands the car keys and shouts “Bye Mama!” while heading for the door with […]
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Somewhere between the ages of twenty months and two years, my son decided that shoving smushed-up green peas and sticky banana goo into the vinyl crevices of our high chair was his favorite form of personal expression. We used the Chicco Polly, which served us well for more than a year, but as soon […]
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After much research on my part, my husband and I settled on getting a Stokke Tripp Trapp high chair for Oliver. It’s expensive, at 140 Euro for just the base chair, but we expect to get 1-2 decades of use out of it, making it more affordable than a high chair that would only be […]
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When my son started eating finger foods on the go, I looked for something to make my life easier. The last thing I wanted was to be picking blueberries out of the stroller seat or from between the seats in the car.
On a casual trip to Babies R Us, I discovered The Snack Trap. The Snack […]
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My sister-in-law turned me on to DEX Dura-Bibs. The pocket at the bottom, created by putting together plastic snaps, is wide enough to catch almost any dribble or spill. The bibs are soft but thick enough to stand up to lots of wiping and washing, and the pocket easily unsnaps so the whole thing […]
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When The Boy was around nine months old, I went back to work full-time outside of the home. Up until then, he had had very few bottles. My husband was not itching to give him one, and if The Boy was not starving, he would refuse it anyway. We started trying bottles when The Boy […]
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At eighteen months, my son is just big enough to sit up to the table in a normal chair, but way too wiggly to stay there for long. We use his high chair at home, but I’m too busy trying to stash his extra stuffed giraffe and some clean underwear in our luggage to […]
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