For the past few weeks, Jory's been giving us some definite signals that he's interested in real food. He insists on sitting up at the table with us, despite the fact that he can't really sit up by himself just yet, and he intently scrutinizes the process of the food leaving the table and moving to our mouths.
Our pediatrician gave us the go-ahead to try him on "solid" food - meaning rice cereal diluted in breast milk. Frankly, I don't see how this sludge is supposed to inspire him, but I guess this is the way it's supposed to be done. Whatever that means.
Of course we don't have any baby spoons, and the closest thing I could find was our set of measuring spoons. So here it is, Jory's first time eating "solid" food, as well as his debut into the world of spoons.
And here's the end of the great adventure:
Our pediatrician gave us the go-ahead to try him on "solid" food - meaning rice cereal diluted in breast milk. Frankly, I don't see how this sludge is supposed to inspire him, but I guess this is the way it's supposed to be done. Whatever that means.
Of course we don't have any baby spoons, and the closest thing I could find was our set of measuring spoons. So here it is, Jory's first time eating "solid" food, as well as his debut into the world of spoons.
And here's the end of the great adventure:
And finally, the mess! I don't think he's been this dirty since he was born!
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