Thankfully, Peter has been quite reluctant to eat from anything besides my “ba bas” (as they're known around here).
I’ve been trying to feed him solids, just because I feel it’s the good mom thing to do, but he wants none of it. We had a big ceremonial “first meal’ with the big kids on Peter’s 6 month birthday. We tried feeding him some apple sauce and avocado and boy did we all get a hoot watching his whole body shutter in disgust. Since then I’ve tried tons of different things. He puckers up his face at any flavor, sweet, salty, mild, strong, sour, hot, cold. He just hasn’t been too into food. The only thing he hasn’t clamped his lips tight against has been a bit of chicken noodle soup broth and some chocolate cake (oh yeah, and the ice cream).
While I’m starving all the time and run down trying to keep this little parasite nourished, I love nursing him. And, I love his clean face and clothes and hands. And I love his soft milky skin and sweet smelling poop. And I love that I don’t have to clean up and under a high chair.
But everything changed when I made chili the other night. Now, mind you, this was not some mild vegetarian chili. It was full spiced chili with leftover burnt ends BBQ from our Blue Ribbon BBQ date night. I’d tried him on avocado (again) as we sat the dinner table and he shuttered. Then I tried him on a squished chili bean. His eyes lit right up and he started lunging for my spoon. And that was it. Now he’s going for everything.
Jeff was beaming as he watched his little carnivore devour his chili. ‘That’s my boy!’
I was teary as I watched him, suddenly all big, lunging for the spoon. Gobbling at life.
Here we go Peter. You’re growing up.