Two days ago, after three days of rice cereal, we introduced Matilda to her first real food. Avocado:
Last night, after a road trip to visit the relatives (that's next), we stripped Matilda down to her size 1-2 diaper with Ernie on the front and propped her outside in her temporary booster seat (while we wait for her Bumbo Seat to arrive) and fed her rice cereal and avocado. We think this was her fourth meal (our math skills are lacking) but we know this was the meal in which she understood eating. By the end of the meal, she was opening her mouth in anticipation of the next spoonful.
Here she is thinking about the meal before it happened:
She looks downright chubby in this shot. Don't ruin the moment for me.
Working backwards, the day began with a two hour car trip to CT. She used the time wisely and pieced together the-hands-come-together-with-the-toy-and-they-all-go-into-the-mouth thing:
She did surprisinly well in the car. That is not to say there was no screaming or no explosive squash soup all-over-my-hand-and-the-carseat poop or more than a few miles of highway she spent nursing. The visual on that would be me on all fours arched over the car seat with one or the other flap of my Target Nursing Camisole unsnapped and YES I GOT SOME FUNNY LOOKS.
But for a kid who hates the car like poison, she did really well. Here's what we traveled all that way for:
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Regarding her transition to the crib. She seems to be a quick learner and after a few naps and two nights of having an actual bedtime and spending those sessions wailing and kicking off the bumper and flipping front-to-back and back-to-front and front-to-back like she's Jackie Chan (she does her own stunts), she has resigned herself to her fate.
She had her dinner last night and then a bath I mean COME ON look at that mess and then a little quiet nursing in her room. Then I leaned over the railing of the crib and placed her in it without breaking her seal (call Cirque du Soleil) and let her continue to nurse for a minute. Then the hair dryer went on and Niclas and I both closed our eyes in Matilda's direction and damned if she didn't roll over onto her side and imitate us. She fell asleep in her Hanson Brothers onsie (Go Chiefs!) and remained that way until two o'clock in the morning.
I wanted to take pictures of her lying there with the bloody Hanson Brothers splashed across her chest, but one does not disturb the sexy.
