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So…the end of the wedding memories…and back to this baby led weaning thing…because, really, my life is no longer cutty-pastey-arts-and-crafts. My life….
You guys…I had my first glass of wine in over a year yesterday. A wine we had been saving for our five year anniversary. We picked it up during a trip to the Biltmore winery a looong time ago…but let’s not get wrapped up in the details.
Soooo….where were we?
Every day is now like WHAT WILL THE CHILD LIKE OTHER THAN BOOB JUICE?!
We tried Cheerios.
And by “tried” I mean I put some on his high chair tray for him to play with and I would break off a piece and put it in his mouth, since he has yet to grasp (ha…punny) the pincher grip. He seemed to like the new challenge and texture – though only for about two pieces of a Cheerio…then he was done.
We tried a carrot, cooked so it was soft enough for him to hold on to but not so soft it fell apart (whatever that happy medium is called) and then cut into pieces like french fries, but thicker.
He didn’t hate the carrot but he mostly just chewed off little pieces, swirled them around in his mouth, and then spit them out all over himself.
I tried sweet potato “fries” – cooked and cut like the carrot.
Basically, I *try* something each day – either the same “something” as a few days ago or something totally new. If he’s not into it, then we’re done for the day. I am assuming one day he’ll decide FOOD IS AWESOME.
Boob juice cafe.
I’m in no rush and I’m certainly not complaining about the 500 calories burned a day making breast milk.
PS: Cheerios are the clear winner. Practicing picking them up while simultaneously gumming a piece of one?
Best. Thing. Ever.
For about five minutes, anyway.