solids

I always get asked if L is on “solids” yet. I was perplexed at first by this question, one because a “solid” is a euphemism for poop, and two because there’s nothing at all solid about pureed bananas. But if liquified fruit qualifies as “solids”, then yes, L is on them.

Or, should I say, they are on him. All over him. On his hands, his seat, the entirety of his clothes, his bib, his face, his hair. Very little, if any, actually makes it to his mouth.

He seems to be under the distinct impression that feeding himself is already his job, and that making a fist around the business end of the plastic purple baby spoon full of goopy fruit-foods will somehow accomplish this task.

Until he is a little less overzealous, making any headway at feeding time usually requires continual relocation of his arms with a quiet explanation that they’re better off at his side than wrapped around what he’s trying to eat.