You down with DPP? Ya you know me. DPP being the Desmond Picture Project, of course, or maybe it’s for Des Picked a Pepper in this instance.
Desmond hasn’t officially started solids yet, as we’ve been waiting until the 6 month mark, but he has done some exploring with a whole carrot, a celery stalk, and, most recently, this red pepper. It’s so fun watching his little face as he discovers that some of the things he puts in his mouth actually have a pretty decent taste, unlike the rather bland wood, plastic, fabric of varying sorts, loved ones’ fingers and chins, and his own toes, on which he’s more accustomed to snacking.
He’s definitely showing signs that he’s ready to eat and not just to suck on large raw veggies — watching us super intently as we eat and drink, reaching for our food, and even doing a bit of phantom chewing. So this weekend, a couple days before his 1/2 birthday, it’s time for oatmeal. The boy shall eat!
I’m mostly super excited that my little guy will be starting to eat real people food, but there is just a teeny tiny piece of me that feels sad. I can’t quite place why completely, but maybe it’s just an indication that he’s growing so quickly and will be ever so slightly less reliant on me. And maybe that teeny tiny part wants it all to slow down a little. The kid’s ready for food, jeesh, get over it, crazy lady. God help me when it’s time for him to go to school or get his driver’s license. But I’m getting ahead of myself…
For now, cheers (mostly) to my real boy trying real food and (a teeny tiny bit) to a lifetime of letting go.