And while I skipped the rice cereal all together with Paul, my other three kids found it disgusting and refused to open their mouth. Looking back, feeding my kids “first foods” was a stressful time I never really enjoyed.
I felt like every mealtime was a fight between myself, a spoon, and an unwilling baby. We would and go through the motions just long enough, until we thought it was appropriate to start finger foods.
But apparently, the fourth time is the charm.
Baby Paul? He’s a man-baby who knows how to put it down.
Shovel it in. Hook up the hog trough. Right now, you name it he’ll typically eat it.
And it’s funny, because just last week our pediatrician commented that Paul is headed in the petite direction, and is destined to be a tiny guy. Maybe he was listening? Trying to prove the doctor wrong?
Because right now, at six months old, he easily eats 3-4 jars of food, and nurses every couple hours. This is way more food than any of my other three children ate at this age.
Honestly, I simply don’t know where he’s putting it!
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