Just in time for his six-and-a-half month birthday (I meant to post this a while ago), the first fig on Jack's fig tree ripened. It is Jack's fig tree because it was planted on the day we brought him home from the hospital. So maybe it will be like Alison's grapefruit tree and predict major events in his life. When presented with this novel item, Jack did what he does with everything he encounters in his world: he considered it carefully, turning it over and inspecting all sides, and stuffed it into his mouth. In this rare instance, actually an appropriate response!
Feeding Jack has been a bit of an adventure lately. I had been kind of low-key about it before, giving him tastes of things at the table if what we were eating was baby-friendly. But while I was home my mom got down to serious business and fed him CEREAL, and LOTS OF IT, which he absolutely loved there. Here, not so much. I can't figure it out, he was like a little baby bird, sitting there with his mouth open for my mom. When I sit down to feed him all he wants to do is look at his toes, or the cat, or out the window, or anywhere but my spoon. The baby books say that that means he's not ready for food, but he's so big now I can't believe the milk is really sufficient anymore! And he would put away a fourth of a cup of cereal with my mom, so I know there's plenty of room in that stomach. So what is the deal now? I guess I just don't have that magic grandma touch.
He does like figs, though. Actually, he apparently likes arugula ribs, too, which I gave him just to play with and was surprised to find him munching on. I think he just likes things he can feed himself. And cereal ain't it.
Feeding Jack has been a bit of an adventure lately. I had been kind of low-key about it before, giving him tastes of things at the table if what we were eating was baby-friendly. But while I was home my mom got down to serious business and fed him CEREAL, and LOTS OF IT, which he absolutely loved there. Here, not so much. I can't figure it out, he was like a little baby bird, sitting there with his mouth open for my mom. When I sit down to feed him all he wants to do is look at his toes, or the cat, or out the window, or anywhere but my spoon. The baby books say that that means he's not ready for food, but he's so big now I can't believe the milk is really sufficient anymore! And he would put away a fourth of a cup of cereal with my mom, so I know there's plenty of room in that stomach. So what is the deal now? I guess I just don't have that magic grandma touch.
He does like figs, though. Actually, he apparently likes arugula ribs, too, which I gave him just to play with and was surprised to find him munching on. I think he just likes things he can feed himself. And cereal ain't it.
1 comment:
ooh, independence at such an early age...oe maybe your cereal just isn't as tasty as mine -- aged in the cupboard for a year and a half since Thomas was Jack's age.
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