Food, glorious food

George had his first taste of “solid” food on the weekend. I hesitate to call it real food, because it’s pretty much what I imagine gruel to be. This white, grainy, tasteless paste.
Sue and I were a little interested to see how he’d take to food. Certain babies take a while to get used to the whole eating thing, and show different levels of interest in the whole “from the spoon, with the mouth open, then close the mouth and swallow”. George being 4 weeks prem made him a likely candidate to just have it sit on his tongue and dribble out the corner of his mouth while smiling.
So, Sue mixed up the gruel while I strapped George into his chair, cleared the surrounding area, put on my containment suit and goggles and we got to it.
First mouthful was a little suprising, he just rolled it in his mouth for a bit, and we both were like, “hmm, he eaten that yet?”. What really made up our minds was George nearly grabbing the spoon from Sue’s hand, and dragging it towards his open mouth. If you can imagine a wild beast lurching at it’s prey, then you’ve got the right idea. Except not so wild, and the prey is more like, well, watery sand.
Sue and I laughed out loud at this. This ravenous little beast, literally grabbing at the food as we try and give it to him. This led to him leaning as far as he could in his chair with his mouth wide open straining to reach the spoon of mush.
Ah, very, very funny.
This Wednesday we’ll be trying pumpkin or sweet potato for the evening meal. Yummo, real food !