All of the sudden, Rhys is six months old. Boom. Just like that. He seems wise and almost mature these days, in his own baby way. He sits, he observes. He stares at me while I spoon oatmeal to my mouth with a knowing curiosity that he is missing out on something. It’s not the first time he’s watched me eat. It’s been weeks. These days, he seems aware of my every bite. And now, not only does he eye my every spoonful, he’s begun to slowly mimic my chewing motions. Yep. He’s copying me. Yes, it’s time. The babe wants to EAT.
We’ve delayed introducing solid food, with no real plan on when we’ll unleash the world of flavors that await his pristine palate. There’s a myriad of reasons of why it’s advisable to wait to feed babies solids, however that is a post for another day. (Or not.) We talk about the fruits and veggies we’ll feed him, and imagine how insanely cute it will be when he takes his first few bites. But we’ve been waiting it out… Until now. This day shall now be known as Banana Eve.
Oh, my dear babe, you have no idea the deletable pleasure that lies before you. Creamy, sweet and silky smooth, a lovely organic banana is in your immediate future. So sleep, little one, sleep; dream sweet banana dreams, for after tomorrow, nothing will be the same.
