Thursday January 6 at 7:00 pm
This, my friends, is rice cereal. Now, were it up to me, my boy would be weaned on Cap'n Crunch. He does have two teeth afterall. And as far as I'm concerned, two teeth are all you need to nosh on some crunchberries. Alas, I'm going with what the silly little American Academy of Pediatrics suggests as babies' first food.
Now, let me back that ass up for a second. At Gabe's four month appointment, the doctor started rattling off all these new things he could now shove in his mouth. Rice, oatmeal, barley, yellow vegetables. Whoa whoa whoa, what do I do? I need these instructions in See Dick Run format. I hadn't even bought this rice cereal yet...mostly because I wasn't really sure what it looked like, or what to do with it. Turns out, it's not that hard. You just mix that ish with some liquid and make a soupy cereal. Ok, I'll start with that.
So we did. We bibbed up the little guy, sat him in his bumbo and tried to feed him this slop on a spoon. He wasn't really having it. He made the ick face and let it dribble out of his mouth. Ok, that's to be expected. But um, after the 3rd night of this, I was starting to wonder what the hell was going on. I was positive the kid would like the food because um, his parents? We're fans. So it had to be something else. The next night, I decide to try him out in the booster seat we have and sit him down with us while we eat, hoping that he would see us eat and think it was pretty awesome.
Hmmm, the soupiness of the cereal marries with the sloppiness of the rice and results in a cornucopia of flavor...
Yep, I like it Dad!
I like it so much I'm gonna grunt about it!
then eat some more...hey, you guys got any hot sauce?
No? Then you mind if I chew on this spoon?
I'm having so much fun, I'm gonna close my eyes, throw out my arms and grunt about it. Again. I love grunting.
What? It's called a palate cleanser.
So, as expected, it seems our boy likes his food. I've slowly been thickening up his cereal and will be starting him on oatmeal cereal next week. Riveting, eh?
These...are the days of our lives.