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I love to oat, oat, oat, opples & bononos!

Brazos has entered the world of solid foods! He had been eating a little bit of rice cereal here and there but the first time we tried it a couple months ago in the bowl, he was still thrusting his tongue and didn't quite get it. So after his 6 month appt, we got the go ahead to start solids full on - which means FRUITS! :o)

So we went with Bananas (and then applesauce a few days later) and switch over to oatmeal instead of rice cereal. I'm still pumping breastmilk for his cereal and he gets BF in the morning when he wakes up but the rest of the day he's getting formula. After a rough month of clogged ducts, being far too busy for all my scheduled pump times at work, and a yucky case of mastitis that had me down with a 102* fever for three days, my milk supply has dwindled down to nothing. So, I'm accepting defeat [somewhat] and I'm switching over to morning and night BF only. It was a tough decision but its been a couple weeks and now I feel like it was the right one. I feel less stressed and Braz will be on all solid foods in a couple months during the day and I will [hopefully] be able to supply the rest of his milk morning and night.

Daddy can help feed Brazos now too which makes Mommy happy and I think Daddy is very happy to be able to be a little more involved with Braz too. At first, Braz wasn't getting the "open your mouth" part of eating from a spoon so it was a little frustrating to say the least. And he didn't seem to happy about it either!


Struggling to keep Braz's attention was the biggest problem.

Daddy's goofy faces and noises were about the best attention-grabbers.


It took a few days and lots of trying but I think he's finally got the hang of it...

Now he LUNGES for the spoon, scrunches his little nose, and opens his mouth as wide as he can. He's probably the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life but I may be a little biased.

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Anonymous said…
LOL!!! Love the last picture the best!! :)

Grammy

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