PebbleHut: Solid foods

(Watching Downton Abbey has me thinking in old English all day long- something that also happens when I read Jane Austen. Peter is going to be so confused by the mixture of English, Spanish and poor accents that come at him on a daily basis...)

I haven't written a post in awhile, but watching Peter eat last night has inspired me to write again. Terribly modern, this blogging don't you think?

In an effort to encourage good eating habits, (combined with some laziness and my belief that baby food is a clever marketing scam) we've been giving Peter the same foods we eat, prepared in such a way that he can feed himself. I give him a ripe pear piece for instance, instead of blending the pear and spoon feeding him. Or if we are having rice for dinner, I'll put rice on his tray.

All signs are pointing to the fact that we may have created an 8 month old gourmand. I daresay I'll retract this statement at some point.

He refused his oatmeal the other day until I flavored it with coconut milk and cinnamon, turned up his nose at the boiled carrots I had prepared ghastly, simply ghastly, but accepted the carrots I fished out of our lentil soup that were slow-cooked in cumin and curry. Last night he burst into tears when I fed him a spoonful of unflavored, unseasoned Quinoa. Really mamá, am I to eat like a peasant?

He is also ravenous, all day long, and will now stand at his high chair and smack his lips and go mmhhmm mhhmmm until we put him in there and give him something to eat. Oh yes he's still nursing 8-10 times a day as well. As you can see, he's simply wasting away.