Going Bananas...

The Littler One had bananas today. Dr. Sears (of whom I'm a fan) recommends waiting an average of 6 months before introducing solids to a baby, but he also recommends watching for babies' cues to see when they're ready. Well, during mealtime Mr. Grabby-Grabberson-almost-five-month-old has been going after my plate, forks, etc., for a while now, and he watches our food very carefully, so I've been contemplating the possibility that he might be ready to try some solids.

I hem & haw though. The Cat Daddy believes that I am staunchly against progress, but this is totally untrue. I'm not against solids--or progress--in any way. It's just that I'm plain lazy, and when the Littler One starts eating solids that means more work for us. Not a lot more work, but certainly more than latching him on and going about my business. Plus I need to dig out the heavy-duty bibs. Or order the ones they had when His Highness was in daycare. Oooh, those are the best bibs ever. We have a few--I was allowed to swipe some old ones--but I'm seriously considering pulling out the big guns and ordering a full dozen. And stitching some cute little yarn designs on them, like Ms. Rezina did. I know, I know. Daring is my middle name.

So anyway, I ran half a banana thru the Bullet and presto--banana soup. I suspect the Littler One's main priority was gnawing on the rubberized spoon, but regardless he sucked down several baby-spoonfuls of banana in the process. Actually, he sucked down about half of several baby-spoonfuls; the remainder ended up on his hands, my hands, his hair/face/neck/shirt, etc. None on the floor, but that's just a matter of time.

No rice cereal, you ask? Nah, I'm not much for the rice cereal. I like being a little rebellious when it comes to baby protocol (and our family food allergy history is minimal--I'm not totally flippant about it). Baby oatmeal's good. Goes great in applesauce. But not yet. For now, it's bananas.

But I seriously have to dig out some bibs...