Over the last couple of weeks we've had several conversations that went something like this:
Isaac: "When are we starting him on solid food?"
Me: "He's just a baaabyyyy" (snuggles Malcolm in close)
Isaac: "I think he's ready"
Me: "He's my baby!"
(Malcolm tries to redirect my spoon to HIS mouth as I'm holding him at dinner, cries when I eat the bite he had his eye on)
Me: "The doctor said we could wait until he's six months old. He just turned five months..."
(Malcolm crying and reaching for our dinners)
Isaac: "Yeah... You see that he's ready though, right?"
Finally broke down and listened to the men in my life... I give you: Malcolm's first solid food:
|"Whatcha got there, mama?"|
|"Allow me to help you out here, mama"|
|"It goes right in here, ma"|
|"Here, mom. I got this!"|
|Give. me. the. foooooood.|
|I'd say he's a fan of sweet potatoes!|
|"But...WHY IS ALL THE SQUASH GONE?"|
And this is where we are now:
|"It's cool, mom. Take your time. Meantime, I'll just feed myself."|
|Too many solids too fast (he wants half a cup at a time) called for prunes. Grossly effective.|
Note to self: next time mix a tablespoon of prunes into a half cup of oatmeal!!!