This little one has been rather obsessed with oats lately. Sometimes at breakfast, when she enjoys her oatmeal – although mostly she just tries to pick out the raisins. Her spoon skills are improving, though (making the oatmeal thick and sticky helps).
I always used to wonder “how do people in other countries get their kids to eat such weird foods for breakfast when all I can stomach is something so simple?”. Carys’ appetite is so broad that we’ve always fed her what we eat, and between about months six and 11 she was pretty much our human garbage disposal – when Alvin got tired of eating whatever leftovers were in the fridge we would just give them to Carys for breakfast. She didn’t seem to mind a jot. Then one day she wanted what I was having and she didn’t care what was on her tray, and pretty much ever since then she’s had oatmeal for breakfast with me, or toast and Nutella at her little table with Alvin. She’ll get oatmeal at her table eventually; while she’s still honing cutlery skills it’s too hard to have her focus on that AND on staying seated at the table.
Anyway, the other kind of oats she’s really obsessed with are the ones in the plastic bin. I got the idea from Learn~Play~Imagine, who also added the important step of the shower curtain on the floor. This means that I don’t have to spend all my time trying to make sure Carys doesn’t throw the oats on the floor and instead I hand her a couple of spoons and give her free reign. In fact, scooping the oats out onto the shower curtain – with either a spoon or a hand – is one of her favorite things to do.
She figured out how to get into the bin by herself, and she also spends quite a bit of time getting out, wandering around with the spoons, and getting back in again.
I usually strip her down to her diaper on the bottom half as she does tend to get covered in oat dust. In retrospect, a top with black sleeves probably wasn’t the best choice for this kind of play but I didn’t know when I got her dressed that she was going to ask for it (by going over to the bin and making her high-pitched ‘huh?’ sound.
Once she’s doing more wandering than shoveling I ask her if she’s done. If she waves ‘bye bye’ to the oats then she’s had enough for now; I funnel everything on the shower curtain back into the box and we store the bin under a dresser for another day. Or for later the same afternoon.