Saturday, July 30, 2011

Seven months and eating solids

It's official. These pictures were taken a couple of weeks ago when it wasn't quite as official. He was spitting more out than he was taking down. Maybe that's why he still looks a bit skeptical above. But today he ate a whole jar and a half, which seemed like a feast. His little spirit fingers went wild and his wrists and ankles did a thousand circles... which is what happens when he's excited. And I didn't have to trick him by waiting for him to open his mouth for something more appetizing like his fists, before I snuck it in.

He's really eating people food. Whipped into an inedible consistency of course, but people food still. And for the third time, I feel kind of scared, then amazed, then relieved... when I remember that the goal IS to raise them-- which means they evolve, and that eventually they have to eat like the rest of us. And not only smell like sweet (ok-- or sour) breast milk. And even though his nose might turn orange from too many carrots, and his wildly colorful spit-up will be so much more dangerous for my upholstery, and all bets are off on just how nasty his poop will smell... I somehow feel a little safer knowing that I'm not the only one that can keep him alive.

4 comments:

Kendra said...

His eyes are adorable. You have one gorgeous son on your hands!

Shay said...

I love the expression on your husbands face as he coaxes a bite inside that beautiful mouth!

Rachelle said...

He's beyond cute...the baby that is. Ross is cute too, but that's beside the point. That baby is delectable. And as another side point, that high chair is so cute!!!

Kristin said...

He is to cute. You are so right, it is nice to have mealtime not be all about mommy.