Feeding a Baby


I thought I would take a little break from the NaNoWriMo posts for now and talk about something that I spend much more of my time on, my daughter.

Recently, our daughter has begun the journey on the glorious road to eating solid foods. For starters, she we fed her rice cereal in the evenings and my wife feeds her oatmeal in the mornings. She enjoyed eating these foods from the start and we are so proud of her. She now gets so excited for her cereal, you can hear her licking her lips!

After a few weeks, it was time to move her onto vegetables. The first time we gave her squash, she seemed to be ok with it. Ever since then, however, she wants nothing to do with squash or sweet potatoes. My wife has even tasted the stuff (I can’t bring myself to do it) and says it tastes pretty good.

Last night, it was my turn to feed her, which is only fair since my wife watches her the whole day. As I brought over the little spoon and bowl, one side containing the yummy cereal and the other containing the horrible squash, her little eyes lit up and she had a huge smile on her face. Little did she know that she was getting the dreaded sweet potatoes first.

I scooped up a tiny portion of sweet potatoes onto the Winnie the Pooh spoon and gently put them in her mouth, and her immediate reaction was priceless. As soon as they touched her tongue, her face changed from excited, disgusted. She looked as though I had just fed her earthworms. I tried not to laugh, but it was just too funny and cute. I wanted to quit and just give her the cereal, but we pressed on, knowing she needed her vegetables. Each spoonful either elicited a “pff” sound followed by a sweet potato shower, or a shaking “no” of the head. The only thing that worked was me making airplane sounds. This still elicits a smile.

When all was said and done, she did eat most of the sweet potatoes, though they were also all over her hands and face. After that, I fed her the rice cereal and all was well with the world, at least until she got bored of eating and wanted to play. Parenting can be trying at times, but these little moments are what keep me going.

7 thoughts on “Feeding a Baby

  1. OMG, you are so lucky!!! I always smile when i see babies. Babies are the best. Babies make the world a better place. Babies make the world go round. Babies…okay i’ll stop now.
    Hey I noticed you blogrolled me, thats nice.

  2. She is an absolute diddums! But oh! The reaction to sweet potato! Kiko used to hate sweet potato so much (along with every other food on earth). I had a recipe book that suggested mixing it with a bit of formula/milk and cinnamon. Ha ha!! His reaction was priceless! Honestly, if I had given him earthworms, he would have been less disgusted. Now he’s a bit older, I roast the sweet potato then mash it up with mozzarella cheese. It’s what we often have for dinner so it’s not too much of a hassle and he does eat it. He won’t eat cheese on its own, though. He acts as if we’ve tried to poison him, his face screws up and he sticks his tongue out. Today, he spat out a mouthful of birthday cake and that was that. Sigh….! Anyway. We just have to appreciate this stage before they’re clamouring to go to McDonalds.

  3. Vintagefan – we are lucky, though it may sometimes be less easy to remember it at 3:00 A.M. 🙂

    Karen – You are correct about the cute moments – they are the fuel that keeps us going

    Paperback Writer – Thanks 🙂

    Helen – that is funny how particular Kiko is. And yes, I appreciate the fact that she isn’t clamoring for McDonalds because I’m the only one who is allowed to do that, it’s just so easy 🙂

  4. Heh heh, that’s so true, isn’t it? So many times, I’ve been eating a biscuit and Kiko has looked at me expectantly and I say to him: “You can’t have this! Only I’m allowed this,” then I think: “Whoops!”

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