Posts tagged ‘Introducing Solid Foods’

July 8, 2011

Beef. It’s What’s for Dinner.

Jacob has a new love.  One that proves he is very much his grandfather’s grandson.  Which grandfather, you ask?  Either!

 

Because he’s our first and I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing when we start something new, I went by the book when we stared introducing solid foods.  We started with rice cereal and then added in fruits and veggies.  Sometimes I did add more than one food in a day, and often there were only two days between new foods.  Still, at times it feels like the process is taking forever. I may loosen up a bit more with the next little one, but for the most part, what we’re doing is working.  I think any perceived delay in how far along Jacob is with solids is more about what he’s ready for than what we’re doing.

 

Anyway, moral of the story, we’ve only recently begun to introduce meats.  Here’s how I’ve observed Jacob’s reactions.

 

Lamb?  Okay.

 

Turkey?  Doable. 

 

Chicken?  Ohh, fun to bite pieces off of a little chunk.

 

Tuna?  Mmm . . . not so bad when it has some garlic on it.

 

Beef?  Oh. My. Goodness.  Best stuff on earth. More!  More!  Must have more beef!

 

I have never seen him take to a solid food the way he takes to ground beef.  I’ve learned I need to put only one piece at a time on the high chair tray, because he will grab every bit he can see and put it all into his mouth at once.  Chewing and swallowing are overrated in his mind, and he inevitably coughs/chokes on the mass of beef (read: about a half-teaspoon’s worth) he has in his mouth.  Self-feed?  Let’s try self-shovel.

 

This is just another example of how much fun it is to watch him respond to his world.  Last week, I marveled over the way he sometimes used two hands to eat a single Cheerio.  And he’d bite it in half first, to boot!

 

I’ve never looked at ground beef or cereal the way I do now that Jacob is a part of my life, and I’ll certainly never look at them the same way again.

 

This is what motherhood is all about, and I am so grateful for the gift.

May 5, 2011

The Proof Is In the Carrots

After seven and a half months, I am convinced that Jacob is indeed my son.  Yes, I gave birth to him, and yes his baby face resembles mine in my baby photos.  But some degree of disbelief has lived in me since he was born.  Finally that incredulity has been put to rest, based on the simple and honest fact that my little boy loves carrots.

I was an incredibly picky eater as a child, and I met many, many fruits and veggies that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with.  Carrots, though, mmm.  Carrots were always my best friend on the food pyramid.  I’d help my mom peel them before dinner and often eat my share raw before we even sat down to the meal.  I’d munch and munch, asking “What’s up, Doc?” over and over, totally content in my orange-y beta-carotene bliss.  Thankfully, I never turned orange.  On the other hand, I did end up with glasses, so my trusty friend didn’t really live up to my expectations.  But these things are easily forgiven, and I still love carrots, to the point that John often offers me his when we’re in restaurants or ordering in Chinese food.

Now Jacob is slowly but surely making his way into big boy food.  He’s tried rice cereal, bananas, avocadoes, sweet potatoes, and apples, all of which elicit a face like this one:

No matter how many times he’s eaten these things, no matter if they are cold from the fridge or room temperature, this is what I get when I feed him the food I’ve lovingly made with my own hands.

When we tried carrots this week, I didn’t get that face at all.  I got this one:

Do you see the rampant joy issuing across his face?  The giggle?  Can you tell on the next bite he’s going to lunge for the spoon?  And do you see how we’ve gotten carrots everywhere?  Mealtime now means food on hands, face, feet, socks, pants, shirt, high chair—in at least four places—and most interestingly, eyelashes.

Admittedly, I’m not sure if he loves the carrots or the fact that this food was made by Gerber.  I hope it’s the former; if not, I am officially insulted.  I puree a mean sweet potato, I’ll have you know.

Either way, it’s exciting to see Jacob start to enjoy solid food, and to see a little bit of myself in my favorite little boy in the whole world.

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