Baby has officially tasted something other than boob milk. And other than her sister’s fingers, or the lint on the floor, or that thing she ate that shall not be mentioned.
I painstakingly make all her food myself. No, it’s really not that bad. Most of the time I make a bunch of food and freeze it so it’s almost the same convenience as having store bought. Kind of.
Her first foods have been:
- Rice cereal
- Apple sauce
- Oat cereal
- Butternut squash + carrots
- Opens her mouth for the spoonful of food and then clamps her mouth shut just before it enters her mouth. Food. Is. Suddenly. Everywhere.
- While I’m trying to target her mouth with the spoon, she grabs the spoon with her claws and clings, refusing to let the spoon go and be refilled. Food. Everywhere.
- She doesn’t quite get that the spoon needs to be refilled and starts to cry until I can get the spoon back into her mouth.
- Sometimes she’s not quite sure if she likes that bite of food – she will chew very slowly and look me right in the eye with a: how dare you put this piece of food in my mouth – look. Yet she never spits it out.
- Her big sister likes to take part in the action too and will go grab 2 or 3 or 10 spoons to help feed imaginary food to baby. Baby then gets confused by all the empty spoons that are being shoved close to her face – and proceeds to cry. Upon seeing that Baby is crying, N runs and grabs her a toy. Because that is the most logical thing to do.
- Overall, Mummy feels chaotic this week getting used to the new routine which is not quite as easy as just having the food attached to my body at all times.