Suffice to say you come from a family that enjoys food- and for the past four months you have been on liquids - and then we got the word from the pediatrician that we could start feeding you. Yup- you love your food!
So we started - very gingerly with rice cereal. The pediatrician warned us that your mouth was more use to breast than a spoon, and that the actions were different- and he was right. More of it ended up on us than in you-- but we persisted. A few days later we were in Atlanta and I fed you some mashed potatoes-- they seemed to go down much easier (Norwegian's love potatoes) - so apparently less runny food the better)
I was eating some oatmeal while you were on my lap - looking at it. So I put a bit in your mouth- and you liked it. Your mom looked at me and admonished about the sugar and the milk and the oats. I assured her that I didn't give you sugar- that the oats are ok, and that you have been drinking milk. "I should know better than to argue with a surgeon," as she laughed.
So, now every morning you sit in your high chair as I feed you - either rice cereal or oats-- and you love it. In fact, you are eating a lot. Your mouth goes after that spoon like a frog at a fly.
Feeding you is just one of the great joys of being a dad. I never knew I could enjoy food with you so much. Someday son - we will share a burger - but I won't forget these moments of watching you take a rice bath!