Lately, our lil tiger has been getting a little bored sitting at home and a lil wise to the fact the the bottle isn't exactly mommy.
So daddy has been taking him for long walks with the Baby Bjorn (he munches on daddy's finger the whole way and just has a grand 'ol time) and trying to fool him into eating by sticking the nook in his mouth, removing it quickly, and then putting the bottle in. It sometimes works.We've also been visiting mommy once or twice a week and occasionally going to see grandma A (or having her come see us).
On top of all that, I've taken to playing the guitar for him, which has a twofold effect. One, Ben is enthralled, and two, I've completely learned Blackbird and Here Comes the Sun.
Aside from rice cereal, ben has started on peas now. If you don't know what puree'd canned peas taste like, count yourself lucky. I've decided that instead, we will buy frozen peas, cook them, and puree them ourselves. That Gerber stuff is just intolerable. We do not have video of his first taste unfortunately, but I can assure you that it conveyed a very clear sense of disgust. If we had video of my first taste of them I'm sure our facial expressions would have come off as quite similar.
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