That food was solid

Today was another big day on a list of big days that happen in a child’s first year. Today Chandler got his first taste of solid food. That’s right. For a boy who loves to put everything in his mouth, the event of eating real food that wasn’t squeezed from a nipple (real or synthetic) is pretty monumental. But like he does with everything else, Chandler took it all in stride. So what did we give Chandler for his first solid meal? I’d like to say it was a real meaty steak. Or at least a McD’s cheeseburger. Actually I was lobbying for pureed Twinkies. (That sounds good. I think I’ll go have one right now) Alas, Chandler did not get to begin his career as a solids consumer by munching on a meaty morsel. I guess that makes a lot of sense considering he has no teeth. Instead of steak my wife concocted a pretty nasty looking bowl of puke pooridge. I’m not sure if that is the official name, but it is definitely an accurate description. The ingredients included baby oatmeal, breastmilk, and goop. I was unaware of this until today, but ‘goop’ is an actual ingredient.

Chandler’s main reaction to all of this seemed to be confusion. Ashley stuck a spoon full of the slop into Chandler’s eager little mouth and suddenly he didn’t seem so eager anymore. He didn’t outright reject the offering, but he also wasn’t clambering for more. As Ashley offered a second spoonful, he looked as if he was saying, “Alright, I’ll give this another shot.”

Then shot after shot he smacked his lips, swished his tongue around and looked at us as if to say, “No, I still don’t get it.” But like a trooper he kept trying.

He was such a good sport about it, I decided to offer him an alternative.

He seemed pretty excited about that.

Then later in the day we tried another solid snack. Avocado. If the jury is still out on the oatmeal case, it made it’s decision in record time in the case of Chandler V Avocado. And the decision is…

Avocado will be serving a life sentence in “never being liked by Chandler” penitentiary. The results from this round of solid food experimentation might be a little skewed. For some unknown reason Chandler became very fussy almost immediately after being placed in the high chair. We’re not sure what caused this sudden disruption. Rather than wait for him to calm down, we trudged along spooning mushy green goop into his mouth.

He wasn’t having it. Well, we were forcing him to have it. But he was not happy about it. And he made it abundantly clear.

Oh well, we can always try again next time. Tomorrow’s test subject. Beef Jerky!