Meet the HippieBaby

My sister, Ro, refers to my baby as HippieBaby in her blog. Well wait, Ro is not technically my sister, she is my sister-in-law’s sister-in-law. Make sense? No? Okay, she is my brother's wife's brother's wife. Anyway, but I adore her like a sister and she is so witty that I would like to think that if I pretend she is really my sister that maybe some of her wit will get confused and rub off on me because it thinks I am part of the family. Really, if you want a little break from mommy, mommy, mommy, go check out her snarkalicious writing, you are guaranteed to have multiple blogasims.

Anyway, back to HippieBaby… So whenever I notice something hippie, or crunchy if you will, about my baby I always think of Ro and the whole HippieBaby nickname. First let me say that I love the nickname. In the soggy / crunchy continuum, I fancy myself to be more on the crunchy side but I probably consider myself crunchier than I actually am in reality. So I am strangely proud of the fact that anyone is going to refer to my offspring as a hippie.

Therefore, it was a fine day that I discovered that HippieBaby loves tofu. And I mean loooooves tofu. I was trying to find new foods that she could feed herself and a book I have suggested tofu. I didn’t think she would go for it, but to my surprise, she is a little tofu vacccum! She can’t get enough of the stuff. Is it too much to hope that someday she will whine in the grocery store Mommmmm-eeeeeeeee, can we pleeeeeeeeeease get some tofuuuuuuuuu??!!?!?!

And yesterday I noticed something that really struck my Hippie funny bone on the back of Baby’s cereal box. Of course I can’t feed her regular Cheerios because I had to read some article about Cheerios containing TSP [trisodium phosphate? tripotassium phosphate? depends on where you buy your Cheerios]. And apparently TSP is also used as an ingredient in wall paper stripper. Is this misconstrued anti-Cheerio propaganda? Maybe. But just to be sure, I feed HippieBaby Annies brand Cheerio equivalent. Anyway, this is what I notice on the back of the box the other day:


I know this image is a bit small, so just to be sure you get the funny, it is a picture of two compost heaps and you are supposed to find nine differences between the two heaps. You can continue the fun by then determining what in the picture should never go into a compost heap. Good clean hippie fun. I can’t wait until HippieBaby is old enough to enjoy the find the compost game herself.