In defense of orange

The lovely and fabulous Mama Ginger Tree tagged me for this adorable photo meme. And I always feel special when bloggers I adore tag me because it means they actually thought of me. Again with the need for external validation.

Anyway, the idea is that you are supposed to post the sixth picture in your sixth album. Sounds easy, huh?

I set out to do this on my home computer. The problem is that I am an obsessive folder maker. I went to the sixth album, then to the sixth folder, and then to the sixth folder, and then to the sixth picture. It was of my nephew and since my brother doesn't read here (that I know of), I don't know how he'd feel about having his adorable son's mug posted on my blog. I tried to work around the numbers, but I kept falling on pictures that had other people's kids. Geez, what kind of mother am I?

And then I came here, to an undisclosed computer in an undisclosed location because I would never blog when I was supposed to be doing other things. I don't have obsessive folders on this computer. I landed on this picture.














That is my darling Squiggy at a restaurant last month. Squiggy won't eat orange vegetables. At all. He'll eat any orange fruit. But don't show that kid a carrot. Now if you've had a baby recently, you know when it comes to vegetables, the colors of baby food are fairly limited. You have your greens and you have your oranges. And that's pretty much it. I was getting tired of the greens.

So this mommy thought she was going to outsmart Squiggy. Every kid loves spaghetti, right? Especially my little Italian babies (they may be only 1/4 Italian, but dammit, those are strong genes). I bought the ultra-smooshed and blended pasta-for-babies dinner. And fool that I am, I decided to try it for the first time at a restaurant. Because I was that confident he would like it.

As you can see from the smear of red-orange food all over his face, it didn't go over so well.

That look on his face is his way of saying, "Grandma, please put down the camera and save me from this crazy woman who is trying to shove the spoon through my clenched gums. If you don't help, they will be aspirating tomato out of my nose for a week."

Honestly, though, I think the orange brings out the color of his eyes.