The boy eats solids now.
It seemed like a fun new thing at first. But now, it has turned into a royal pain in the arse. Some days, he opens his mouth right away and on others, he acts like he has never done it before. The latter happens with much more regularity than the former. He clamps his mouth and shakes his head back and forth. On really great days, he raspberry's the food so it splatters all over everything. Ugh. I'm starting to think he may drag his bottle behind him to prom as he is pulled on his guerney.
Today, I asked J to try to see if he could encourage him to eat because I was quickly turning into that mom who force feeds her screaming child against his will. Eating should be fun and I didn't want to screw him up any more than I already have done.
After 20 minutes of singing, cheering, and fake eating, this is what we got. A messy boy and happy parents.