Will you look at who's decided it's time to eat?
I tried telling him it wasn't time. I tried telling him he wasn't missing anything. And then I got more insistent and told him that his role as fourth baby was to stay a baby. That he should stop this request for food, this demand to crawl instantly, seven months old or not! But he was having none of that. Sigh. And since he met all of this Mama's prerequisites for food consumption (sitting up, pincher grasp, and most of all - interest - oh, he's got a LOT of that), we gave it a go. Just some simple veggies and fruits - and now he's in. He's an eater. He loves it.
{While we're on the subject of babies and food, and since we may never be again...I want to tell you that if you're a new mama, you must get yourself a copy of Feeding The Whole Family, and a simple little food mill. I swear, that's all you'll ever need. Making your own babe's food really couldn't be simpler or easier or more satisfying. Oh! And for those of you wondering, the wooden bowl and spoon are both from Nova Natural.}
Naturally, such a milestone as first food was cause for some crafting. And so I made some bibs. They were fun to make, and cute, I do think.
But then I remembered. Bibs? I've never found them, um, helpful. (Maybe that's why I couldn't find any in my closets.) The best strategy for new eaters in my humble little experience of raising four of them is nakedness and a lot of washcloths.
So I stopped making bibs and starting making washcloths. I used two squares of organic cotton french terry (from Very Baby), with various prints turned into bias binding for the edges.
Now he can lick the bowl to his hearts content, with the assurance that I'll get all that applesauce out of his ears when we're done. And I can continue watching the adorableness of the mess and glee of a baby discovering and exploring the wonders of good food.
