Okay, really it is “Baby’s First Breastmilk-With-Flakes-of-Rice-Cereal-And-In-No-Way-Solid Food.”
We decided that all the grabbing for our food and inability to eat a cheeseburger with J in our lap and not have him get a handful of ketchup was a sign he was ready. So, on Monday night we decided to try it out.
All in all I think it was a success. You can see from the photos that more came out of his mouth than got swallowed, but he got really into it and really seemed to like it. Between spoonfuls, he would kick his legs and flap his arms about, impatient for the next helping. And in the end, some techniques were discovered to help him actually eat this new soupy goo. (The main trick we discovered: keep the little spoon in his mouth with the goo for a moment so that he sucks on it and therefore swallows the goo.)
Since this session, we have had one more successful session, and one not-so-successful session. I know it will take time for all of us to get good at this new activity, and until then I need to learn to not cry when he doesn’t want it and therefore an ounce or two of my hard-earned breastmilk has been wasted.
By the way, G HATES this new activity. Can you say “Sticky Baby?” I keep trying to tell him it will only get worse from here and he should just get over it. I don’t think it is helping. So don’t be surprised when you see the toddler version of J being followed around by G holding a pack of wipes and a box of latex gloves, continuously wiping down J and changing his gloves while grimacing.
Enjoy the long weekend!