For the past week, he’s pretty much been eating all the milk that he can. But 2 hours later he’s been hungry again. So, today, I went out to the grocery and got some yams and apples and Sarah made some mush.
It was my intention to have this post be all about how Jack loved his yam mush. But really, a much more appropriate title would have been “Jack smears yellow gunk all over his face and everything, 5% makes it in!”
Either way, Jack has entered the world of solids…. sorta. Hopefully his percentages will go up and he’ll move on to steak soon. ‘Cause mushy mush flavored mush just ain’t Hollis’ thing
Now, its cool to mix yams with Coke, right?
Alternate title suggestion: Belushi’s zit imitation
Are his eyes blue? I want to eat up his little face. Yam mush and all.
He looks yam drunk… and what a drunk that is!
Just wait for the yam hangover–or the yammy diaper!
[[Belushi's zit imitation. I just snarfed my mint chip ice cream. Because? Yeah.]]
Trust me when I say that the glory of solid food isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. After he figures out that most babyfood tastes like candy, he will start to actually eat some. This results in The Stinky Poops of Death. Just when you have a handle on that, he will turn on solids altogether and you will start worrying that he’s not eating enough. This is when you start shooting Cheez Whiz into the little hole in Cheerios to make sure he’s getting enough “nutrition.” Soon after comes the refusal to be fed and you will be spending your entire day cutting up pieces of food into tiny pieces and watching him take 45 minutes to eat a handful of food. And then, the best phase of them all, he’ll start to hate most of what you give him (unless bathed in cheese or candy flavored organic yogurt) and will vent his frustration over your ignorance by throwing the food at you and Hollis (lucky dog!), shoving it down the back of his onesie, and rubbing it into his ear canal.
Take time to cherish your bottle-only lifestyle while you still have it.