Tonight I was feeding Owen his rice cereal. I’ve been feeding this to him for a few days now and he’s not all that great at opening his mouth. He just smiles. That’s it….smiles and I try to slide the food right in. This has been a bit frustrating. Not nearly as bad as when Dylan was a baby…..the fact that he didn’t eat right away when we started foods sent me into a tearful fit. I just KNEW I’d have an anorexic baby. And truly, to this day, he is still my pickiest eater. Aidan, on the other hand, ate ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. There was nothing he wouldn’t eat. So now there’s Owen. He seems to like what I’m feeding him, he just won’t open his mouth. A perfect blend of Dylan and Aidan. We should have named him Daidan. Ha! Now there’s a name.
ANYWAY, (man I get sidetracked!) tonight Owen OPENED HIS MOUTH! I know. Ridiculously lame to get THISEXCITEDABOUTBUTIAM! I was clapping and laughing and saying “YEAH!!” over and over again. You would have thought the kid stood up and walked across the floor. I loved it. It sent such joy straight to my mommy heart. I couldn’t have been prouder.
So funny…….. I crack myself up.