If this picture looks celebratory in any way, it’s only because I just told Desmond he could be all done with the bananas squished up on the tray in front of him. Our boy isn’t the foodie I had hoped he’d be. And I’ll agree with him, the mush here looks pretty nasty but we’ve tried food in every way, so this was just one of the uglier attempts. We’ve tried it on a spoon, on my finger, on his fingers, in my and his dad’s arms, in and on the highchair, and the list goes on. The below montage is your typical meal with Des.
We’re only a month into trying solids, so there’s plenty of time for his pallet to become more sophisticated. But for now Momma’s milk is far and above his favorite, so much better than all this mushy stuff we’re calling food.