I imagine a lot of parents stare unblinkingly at their baby's first bites of "solid food" (what's so solid about some rice flour dissolved in breast milk?) wanting to see some expression of delight, wonderment, confusion, or even disgust. It's a big first step. Our camera was rolling. We planned the event at grandma's. Typical.
This is what we got:
- The bug watched the spoon come closer and casually took it in her mouth.
- She smacked her tongue a little bit (probably searching desperately for flavor).
- She immediately grabbed at the bowl with a look like "what's in this stuff?" and tipped the whole thing over, including the brand new, no-flip suction cup that, as promised, remained attached to the bowl.
- She took a couple more oh-hum spoonfuls from what was left in the bowl and humored us with chewing motions (a mere formality at this stage).
- Granted, those of us over the age of five months were preoccupied with taking care of the spill. Still, we weren't feeding her that slowly. Regardless, after only a few bites of her gruel, the bug found it necessary to take matters into her own hands. By "matters" I mean spoon. And by "hands" I mean a two-fisted death grip from which not even photons could escape.
She accepts that she needs to wait on our ability to extract an empty spoon from her mouth, refill it at the proper receptacle, and competently transfer the spoon level, so as not to spill its contents, to her waiting mouth where spilling the contents is an unavoidable (and, as it were, necessary) eventuality. She accepts this so totally in fact that her latest feeding pose involves leaning with arms extended to the sides, as much as the nylon straps will allow, toward the person holding the spoon and having eyes and mouth held as wide as manageable.
I'd say we're having a first feeding win.
In a related side-note, teething has begun in earnest. No white tips poking through yet, but they can't be far away. Stay tuned...
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