I think we’re quite lucky that we have a good eater. Wes took to those first bowls of oatmeal and purees like a pro. He hasn’t shown great love for bananas, but he’s still eaten them, both out of a jar and mashed (and just recently sliced across). The only thing he has ever refused me is avocado. Go figure. But I started to notice his predilection for chomping on Mum-Mums on his own and raking puffs off his high chair tray while practicing his pincer grasp — along with an altogether interest in feeding himself.
I wish I had investigated baby-led weaning months ago before we ever got started on solids. Have you seen how these babies eat? They’re practically chomping at whole fruit from the start. But I only just now came across the idea, and the book is on a 1 to 2 month backorder. I guess now we’re just at a point of progressively moving toward more finger foods. Mum-Mums and puffs make for good practice, I suppose, but really they’re just sugar. So I find myself getting much more adventurous with what I’ll give Wes.
Out for breakfast the other day, we just got Wesley his own bagel and let him chomp away at it. Of course, he barely made a dent in it, but he and the bagel were practically in love. On our way out, we had to run Wes to the car because it had begun to rain and though he tried to clutch it tight, one bagel half inevitably landed on the floor in the mad rush. And our boy sobbed so passionately, it may have been the most pitiful — and adorable — thing I’d ever seen. (As you can imagine, his daddy ran back in and got him another, which he enjoyed in the dry comfort of his home):
Since then we’ve also tried steamed carrot sticks, raw celery ones, a bit of cheese, another go at chunks of avocado (which, even coated, proved difficult to grab), and that banana sliced cross way — the one piece of food that scared the crap out of me, seeing as how Wesley proceeded to gag on it. And that’s the scary part of this whole finger food thing. I mean, I know gagging is our way of NOT choking, but I’m not exactly that clear headed when my son sits in front of me in apparent distress.
I want Wes to love food. Good food. I want him to want to devour his veggies, the way I used to eat whole tomatoes like apples over a kitchen sink. But it’s hard to give up purees altogether since I can count on him to eat them so diligently. So I’m not sure how to proceed from here. Do I dare stop spoon-feeding him so soon?