Every time your baby is introduced to a new phase of life, it seems that the members of the alumni chapter of this sorority we call motherhood chant in a ritual-like manner: “Just wait… everything changes now.” This information is not only useless, but entirely obvious. However, apart from crawling, I hear just how much everything changes when it comes to solid foods. The process, the mess, the poohs… it’s all bigger, badder and stinkier. Our induction to the world of solid foods has been, well, exactly what they said.

We first gave solid foods a try about 2 weeks ago – the response a cartoon-ish sour lemon face. But with a little coaxing and a “full court press” approach, Emerson is coming around to the idea. The doc told us to feed her a little and then put the bottle in her mouth, which is a truly messy endeavor. All in all, she’s probably only digested a few spoonfuls of the stuff, but she anxiously awaits the bottle follow-up. I fear that I’m Pavloving her into believing every spoonful is just a precursor to the goods… but as in everything child-rearing related, we’ll deal with that when we get there:).

This also takes at least twice as long as it used to. I have to conjure up the WAHS cheerleader in me, remembering my old coach telling me to keep my eyes big and paste a cheesy smile on my face that was simultaneously bobbing up and down. In fact, I read in “What to Expect Your First Year” that this exact facial combo is a true motivational tool for the baby eater. Amazingly, it has worked. She’s much more prone to eat when I assume this alter ego.

At any rate, I think she believes the point of the new food is really for her to chew on the rubbery spoon. That seems to be the highlight at this point along with mowing down on her bib (both pictured).
Altogether, this is an exciting little phase in life. It’s so amazing to watch a little human learn about something so basic as food. Vic and I keep telling her, as if she understands, that this nasty porridge is just the tip of the iceberg that will eventually lead to the glories of pizza, ice cream and cheeseburgers. Yummm…

As far as the stink… I’ll leave that to your imagination. Until you, reader, are also inducted into the mom alumni chapter.


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