Lily had her first “solid” food last week. I can’t tell you how excited I was for this day to come.
When Nati was a baby, I couldn’t wait for him to start solid food either. I had heard a rumor that solid food might push him towards that elusive “sleeping through the night.” Also, Nati seemed to have developed the deeply misguided idea that breastfeeding was meant to be a direct replacement for the umbilical chord…that is, a permanent and uninterrupted physical attachment to and source of nourishment from Mommy.
Solid food fell far short of my expectations. Nati did not sleep through the night or develop a new understanding of personal space. But he did something better. He made this face.
Lily doesn’t sleep through the night, but I feel like I do get enough sleep for the most part. She also seems to have a much more practical view of breastfeeding, which makes it worth the effort for me to wear something other than a nursing tank top every now and then if I feel like it. Not to mention the fact that even if she was more like Nati, solid food did little to change his habits. So it was for the simple pleasure of seeing that confused and disgusted look on her face the first time I offered her solid food that I looked forward to this day. This might make me sound like a terrible person, but I think mothers everywhere would agree that its fair to take joy in parenting wherever we can find it.
Unfortunately for me, Lily loves solid food. From the very first taste of banana that her daddy personally pre-chewed for her (he’s gross), she has been a world class eater. But I did manage to catch on video a small glimpse of her first bites of banana-oatmeal cereal, which she did not love.
I sincerely love my children. But there are few things in the world as hilarious as that accusing look a baby gives you that seems to say, “That’s disgusting. Why would you put that in my mouth?”
Who wears it better? I think I’d have to vote for Nati.