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Our experiment with solid food was a total bust. We brought the high chair down from the attic, got out the video camera, mixed up some warm rice cereal, and sat Jack in the chair as our entire family stood by expectantly, excited to witness his ceremonial first meal. Will manned the video camera while Julia stood by with a spoon and Charlie ran around in excited circles. No sooner had Will fired up the video camera and Julia landed a spoonful of glop in Jack’s mouth that the entire meal fell apart. There wasn’t even time to snap a picture. Jack thrust the rice cereal out of his mouth in a mix of disdain and bewilderment. Then, he slumped over in his seat, crying. I tried holding him and spooning some cereal into his mouth with my finger in my desperate attempt to get some food into his belly, hoping that it would help him sleep better, but he just wasn’t buying it. We gave up, resolving to try again in a week or so.
In the meantime, Jack continues to wake up every two hours in the night. He’s obviously going through a huge developmental change, because he wakes up every morning with a whole new bag of tricks. It’s like he’s been in his crib all night rehearsing his baby schtick, waiting to surprise us with his new act at the crack of dawn. One day, he grabbed his feet and weeble-wobbled over onto his side. The next day, he stuck one of his feet in his mouth and chewed on it for a while. The day after, he laid on his back, then flung his entire body over, only to get hung up on an elbow. A day later, he was rolling full-throttle, elbow be damned, landing in his tummy-time position. He did a little baby push-up to boot, which would make me think he was just showing off at that point, if it weren’t for the completely surprised look on his own face.