As a parent of young kids, I get all excited about their “firsts”. The first time they sit up, the first solid food, the first step, the first owie, the first plane ride, etc. But when it comes to “lasts”, it’s usually not till much later that you realize your child had her “last” of something–the last time they wore an outfit, the last diaper, the last night of waking up to feed.
This past week, Savanna had her last meal of baby food on Monday morning. While I was mindlessly shoving pureed yam into her mouth, she clammed up and refused to eat. I tried baby cereal, and she refused that as well. I was a little miffed. I put a handful of Cheerios on her tray, and she happily picked them up and ate them. I gave her a few pieces of scrambled eggs, and she picked them up and ate that too. Huh! The little bugger wants to feed herself!
So for lunch, I gave her little pieces of cantaloupe, salmon cakes, cubes of cheese, and some Cheerios, and she fed herself the entire meal. I felt happy and sad at the same time. I was happy that I didn’t have to spoon-feed her anymore, but I was sad that she needs me a little less. From that meal on, for the rest of the week, I stopped pureeing her food and just cut them up into little pieces, and she fed herself.
The funny girl always eats up all the fruit first, starches next, and meats last. She’s totally crazy about blueberries, and she also really likes plums and watermelon.