Our little Carnivore

Check out the difference! 

Annaka and Daddy at one week old..... 

Annaka and Daddy at 8 1/2 months!  

She is longer than his torso now! What a big girl:)

At our 9 month old appointment they told us we could have introduced meat at 8 months. We had read that but wanted to keep her a vegetarian as long as possible. We decided today is the day we would begin the meat adventure. Start her addiction to protein:) The nurse said to try meatloaf so I found a great recipe online. (I will put it at the bottom incase anyone wants to try it) I made it in muffin tins so we can keep the left overs in the fridge for later this week.

Clint put the meatloaf on her tray and she pushed it around for a little bit. One taste though and she was sold! She ate a whole muffin of meatloaf!

She knows how to wear her food well:) It was on her head...smashed in her hair, all over her bib, in her ear, inside her onsie, all over! We had to take her directly to the bath tub! 

What a fun experience! I will have to fill you in on our eventful morning at the pediatrician's office in the next post! I will leave you with the meatloaf recipe:)

Babies 1st Meatloaf

    1/4 lb ground meat (beef or turkey)

    1/2 c. pureed or shredded veggies (I used green beans and butternut squash)

    1/2 c. bread crumbs with romano cheese (I had plain bread crumbs and a shake of the parm/romano cheese)

    1 Tbs whole milk or formula

Mix all ingredients and cook at 350 degrees for 20 min.

Enjoy!

First Steps....Annaka's Birthday gift to Papa

Happy Birthday Papa!   To celebrate Clint's 30th birthday(March 8th), Annaka decided to give Papa a birthday present! She took her first steps!

She has liked to stand up for a while now....but the brave attitude has only just began! She now lets go....claps....and takes up to three steps toward something. This is all until she gets tired or frustrated, looks at her feet, decides crawling is faster and purposefully does a belly flop to the ground to crawl where she wants to go. It does mean that we cannot leave here to play in the living room anymore while getting things done around the house. I have turned my back for mere seconds to find her at the other end of the room or with a fist in my moms potpourri.