She's been ready, for quite awhile. I just wasn't. I didn't have everything perfectly set up to document these precious memories, so I made my sweet child wait on me. Selfish of me? Probably. Actually, I'm going to be honest. Yes, most definitely very selfish of me! I watched Sophia this morning while we ate breakfast and realized just how inhumane I was being. It looked as if she were thinking, "Why can't I have some Honey Nut Cheerios and milk? Why does she [Annabelle] get to eat that and not me?" And oddly enough I swore my second child would have solids when he/she was ready instead of going by that magical 6 month mark (which is no longer valid according to the pediatrician).So I gave in. Even though nothing was perfect about the timing or situation. I still have not figured out this newest camera and that brings much angst to me. My pictures just are not what they used to be with the old Canon 30D. I cannot seem to get the white balance right ever and the flash always seems to be an issue.
So after a power struggle as to who was going to take pictures and who was going to feed the newest addition to the family, Sophia got her first taste of rice cereal using her Granddaddy's baby spoon and wearing a bib that was a baby shower gift for Annabelle that never got used that says "Sweet Pea" with peas in a pea pod imprinted on it. I love that spoon! But, I swear, my Grandmother must have thought that my Daddy was certain to be a girl. Does that spoon not look girly with all of those flowers on it? He was the first son, and she was blessed two more times with two more boys!
And after a little drama from the drama queen in the family, Annabelle got to feed Sophia a few more bites of rice cereal. I offered to let Annabelle feed Sophia just as Sophia grabbed the bowl and dumped it all over the high chair and herself. Annabelle melted immediately! "She dumped it all out, and I wanted to feed her!" Annabelle cried. After I persuaded her that it was alright because we could make another bowl of rice cereal very easily, she cheered up and joined in on the fun. I'd post pictures of Annabelle feeding Sophia if blogger would stop acting up this evening. That is when I realized that I shouldn't have been so selfish, and I should have let Annabelle feed Sophia her very first bite. Besides Annabelle stuffing the entire spoon into Sophia's mouth, she was rather gentle with her. Perhaps going forward I will let Annabelle feed her so I can take pictures of each new taste.
Sophia was definitely ready! I'm not sure by the look on her face how much she really enjoyed rice cereal, but she definitely seemed to know what to do with the spoon. And considering that she grabbed my BBQ sandwich at our Sunday School Class BBQ this evening and took it instantly to her mouth, she definitely knows now that food is coming her way!
Here is to hoping she'll start sleeping through the night again! This waking every three to four hours is really starting to wear on me!
Grandmama, are you happy now?
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"I am most definitely NOT happy," says Grandmomma stomping her feet, jumping up and down and having a melt-down to match number 1 Granddaughter's drama attitude! "I wanted to feed her first, or at least see her being fed!"
Somebody in the church family at the time Granddaddy was born, saw fit to either irritate his Daddy or appease his Mommy and bought that cute little spoon which would easily choke a kid. Look closely and see,however, that it was monogramed on the back with his initials, so it was definitely after the fact. Fancy was a thing back 74 years ago, apparently. It's more than your poor Mommy got!I'm glad you found that spoon. I was afraid you had lost it. I knew I had given it to you a long time ago. Just don't let it get thrown away.
And, for the record, someone in that church group also made him a "Sunbonnet Sue" dirty clothes holder. It was/is cute and was quite useful,I'm sure.
When he was just a cute little baby, he had so many cute curls and long hair and ladies in the church just oohhed and ahhed over him, it irritated your Granddaddy so much he rushed him out and got a first hair cut for him to keep people from thinking he was a girl. He was funny about things like that. Now your Daddy will probably deny this,but his Momma used to love telling me all these tales about her sweet little baby...and shame upon shame she never got her own little girl. I'm sure glad I was luckier than she was.
Oh, and what would have been my Momma's birthday, my sweet girl gets to get her first solid food. How sweet is that.
She is precious eating and I just can't help but love both my little girls, as well as my three big boys! I'm not prejudiced!
Congrats on a new milestone, Miss Sophia! (Even though, as you mommy mentioned, it should have been sooner...) You look precious sitting like a big girl in that highchair! I enjoyed reading the story about your Dad as an infant, Mommy Belle. Too funny...and cute!
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