The first time I fed Ezra rice cereal (verrrry watered down), he got mad. He kept trying to shove the spoon in his mouth and suck, while looking at me like I was crazy and then YELLING LOUDLY every time I dared to pull the spoon out of his mouth. I gave up after a few bites and nursed him, figuring that he just wasn’t ready for solids quite yet.
And then he started trying to grab food out of my hand whenever I ate near him. He would pull glasses of water to his mouth if I was drinking. He would SCREAM WILDLY every time he finished a bottle.
So we tried again. He loved the cereal this time. I don’t think he really understood the purpose of the spoon when clearly, if I would just stop being so dumb about it, he could grab the mush directly out of the bowl with his AWESOME HANDS THAT CAN GRAB THINGS!!! But if I gently held his hands and kept the bowl out of reach, he would deign to use the spoon, and now he’s an EXPERT.
A messy expert.
I had been planning on making our own baby food from the beginning. I finally got a copy of Top 100 Baby Purees in the mail earlier this week, and last night I made my first batch of baby food. Yes, I needed a recipe book to tell me how to steam some carrots and mush them up.
Of course, last night Cris ended up not getting home with the baby until almost 9, way past Ezra’s bedtime. He took one bite of the carrots, smiled at me, and then put his head down on my shoulder and started drifting off to sleep.
And after all the time spent on his dinner (steaming carrots is hard, people!), this is what happened: