Armed by knowing reassurance from Mamaw and surrounded by less knowing but still reassuring support from Papaw, Grammy Sue, and Daddy, I decided now's as good a time as any to give a whack at "the big SF", solid food. This afternoon (on a cold, windy Illinois day-after-Thanksgiving) we stopped by the store and got baby cereal and those special rubber-ended spoons. For the uninitiated, let me explain this "cereal" is not in fact like cereal at all, but rather simply flakes that when moistened turn into white, sticky goo. In Rowan's case the moistener of choice was some breastmilk from the fridge, warmed and then stirred in to the rice cereal flakes. Apparently (despite her outward enthusiasm) Mamaw was doubtful that Rowan would actually end up swallowing any of this cereal! But much to all our surprise, he downed it pretty well and seemed to have a good time. The whole procession was filled with bewildered looks from the babe, enough camera flashes to make him feel like Lindsay Lohan in front of paparazzi, and certainly the bib came out worse for the wear -- but all in all I think Rowan was definitely ready for this experience. He has been sitting in a high chair for months now just because it's such a convenient way to have him in the kitchen with me. Now he's sampled the real purpose of the technological tray-laden, reclining marvel. Look out sweet potatoes, squash, bananas, soft food of all kinds! Here we come!
