When dealing with someone else's baby, I have found that the old rule of never assuming because you might make an ass of you and me is especially important to follow. We forgot that rule on Saturday night and caused a little bit of an embarrassing situation.
Some friends of ours who have a baby boy 6 weeks older than Little Abbey came down for the evening and for supper. The last time we had gotten together four or five months ago, Baby B was significantly ahead of Little Abbey developmentally. We weren't jealous but it did probably play a large part in our assumption on Saturday.
While my wife was entertaining our guests, I was preparing my gradually becoming world famous chicken teriyaki for supper. I had deboned the chicken thighs and instead of wasting the bones, I threw them in a pot with some water to make some broth out of them. We had been planning on just putting the broth in the refrigerator and making some spaghetti for Baby B and Little Abbey but my wife had a better idea. We decided to make arroz caldo, a Filipino dish consisting of rice and chicken in broth. The rice is cooked so that it absorbs much of the liquid and becomes really soft and the chicken really tender. Since the chicken had been used for the teriyaki, we simply just used the scraps off the boiled chicken bones. Here is where the assumption came in. We knew Little Abbey would love the arroz caldo and so we simply made enough for her and Baby B.
Only as we sat down to eat did we learn of our error in assumption. Even though Little Abbey has been eating mostly table food since six months, Baby B had eaten nothing but pureed fruits and vegetables and his parents had been planning on continuing that until he was a year old. He had four teeth but they didn't think he even knew how to chew even though when eating arroz caldo with no large chunks of chicken, chewing isn't even necessary. Back and forth they went in Tagalog, (their native language) debating what to do but when they saw Little Abbey hungrily slurping her arroz caldo down with no teeth and a hungry look in her eye, they decided that they would feed Baby B. the arroz caldo. Baby B. loved it and ate it like it was going out of style.
The rest of the evening went well but I couldn't help but feel sorry for Baby B. Here his parents were eating all kinds of varied foods in front of him and all he was allowed to eat was strained peas. He was probably wondering what kind of world he had been brought into. Fortunately for him, because of our error in assumptions, he is probably eating much better as I speak.