Solid
The twins turned six-months-old a couple days ago. In the spirit of giving babies cake for the first time on their first birthday, we gave the twins applesauce on their half-birthday, which we figure is about half as tasty as birthday cake.
The applesauce is their first real solid food that normal people eat, assuming there’s a normal person somewhere who eats applesauce thinned with Nutramigen. This is a big step up from their previous solid meal of rice cereal soup with a creamy Nutramigen base. Tory thought it was the tastiest thing since breast milk, sucking down one bowl plus the second bowl I mixed up mostly for him. Ian ate it, but seemed less enamored with the applesauce than Tory, though that may not be a fair comparison. That’s like saying a rattlesnake is less dangerous than a cobra, or the Marlins are less dreadful than the Cubs; it may be true, but that doesn’t mean the former isn’t enamored / dangerous / depression-inducing to its fans.
So far, Tory looks like a black hole for food, willing to accept it as long as it at least seems edible. He’ll pack in the solids until I’ve scraped the bowl dry, and then suck a few ounces off a bottle like he doesn’t already have a half-cup of applesauce lodged in his gut. Food makes him way too excited, especially for a little man who won’t even get to experience Goldfish for at least six months. He’s usually the first one to wake from his nap, or at least the first one to meltdown after waking in a desperate attempt to grab my attention because he hasn’t eaten in like three hours and is in danger of breaking into his perilously fragile fat reserves. While being spoon-fed, he flaps his arms wildly like a bird, possibly in an attempt to seize the spoon and feed himself faster than my slow hands, or possibly just because he likes watching the food go flying every time he whacks the spoon on its way to his mouth. Tory is like Abbie in this way, as both would eat anything early in life, though hopefully Tory avoids Abbie’s current preference for foods in nugget form.
Ian is generally more reserved. When he wakes from a nap, he just lays in his crib watching his surroundings and possibly chewing on his hand. He knows he can save his energy because Tory will call us to retrieve them by screaming when he wakes up. If Ian gets hungry before Tory wakes, he just grabs his face in a few tender spots until he wakes up angry, which makes us run to grab them because Tory sounds really hungry this time. While being spoon-fed, he just sits still, willing to take whatever we do or don’t deposit in his mouth. He seems indifferent to rice cereal, possibly because he knows we keep a box of Fruit Rings that would work just as well as the rice cereal if I just crushed it up real fine. Eventually he whines, which I interpret as a sign that he’s done with whatever glop we’re shoveling, as opposed to Tory who whines for faster glop shoveling. When he starts whining, I give the lion’s share of the remainder to Tory while continuing to give Ian the occasional spoonful. I’m not sure at this point if Ian’s full of solids or just ready for his bottle, but putting food in his mouth at least keeps him busy and not complaining.
The next step is more solids, both in variety and frequency. I tackled the variety tonight, giving them peas for the first time. Tory thought it was the greatest thing since breast milk, but Ian seemed less enamored. I have a bit of squash left from Abbie’s glop days that I can try tomorrow.
The frequency will take a bit more effort on my part. Right now I only feed solids once a day. I should be feeding them solids three times a day, but it’s so much easier to just plop bottles in them than it is to strap them in their high chairs, attach their bibs, and fend off Abbie while spoon-feeding. I’ll probably suck it up and go to three solid-feedings a day in June. Then I’ll start working up the chain of foods, from fruits, to vegetables, to starches, to meats, to birthday cake.
The applesauce is their first real solid food that normal people eat, assuming there’s a normal person somewhere who eats applesauce thinned with Nutramigen. This is a big step up from their previous solid meal of rice cereal soup with a creamy Nutramigen base. Tory thought it was the tastiest thing since breast milk, sucking down one bowl plus the second bowl I mixed up mostly for him. Ian ate it, but seemed less enamored with the applesauce than Tory, though that may not be a fair comparison. That’s like saying a rattlesnake is less dangerous than a cobra, or the Marlins are less dreadful than the Cubs; it may be true, but that doesn’t mean the former isn’t enamored / dangerous / depression-inducing to its fans.
So far, Tory looks like a black hole for food, willing to accept it as long as it at least seems edible. He’ll pack in the solids until I’ve scraped the bowl dry, and then suck a few ounces off a bottle like he doesn’t already have a half-cup of applesauce lodged in his gut. Food makes him way too excited, especially for a little man who won’t even get to experience Goldfish for at least six months. He’s usually the first one to wake from his nap, or at least the first one to meltdown after waking in a desperate attempt to grab my attention because he hasn’t eaten in like three hours and is in danger of breaking into his perilously fragile fat reserves. While being spoon-fed, he flaps his arms wildly like a bird, possibly in an attempt to seize the spoon and feed himself faster than my slow hands, or possibly just because he likes watching the food go flying every time he whacks the spoon on its way to his mouth. Tory is like Abbie in this way, as both would eat anything early in life, though hopefully Tory avoids Abbie’s current preference for foods in nugget form.
Ian is generally more reserved. When he wakes from a nap, he just lays in his crib watching his surroundings and possibly chewing on his hand. He knows he can save his energy because Tory will call us to retrieve them by screaming when he wakes up. If Ian gets hungry before Tory wakes, he just grabs his face in a few tender spots until he wakes up angry, which makes us run to grab them because Tory sounds really hungry this time. While being spoon-fed, he just sits still, willing to take whatever we do or don’t deposit in his mouth. He seems indifferent to rice cereal, possibly because he knows we keep a box of Fruit Rings that would work just as well as the rice cereal if I just crushed it up real fine. Eventually he whines, which I interpret as a sign that he’s done with whatever glop we’re shoveling, as opposed to Tory who whines for faster glop shoveling. When he starts whining, I give the lion’s share of the remainder to Tory while continuing to give Ian the occasional spoonful. I’m not sure at this point if Ian’s full of solids or just ready for his bottle, but putting food in his mouth at least keeps him busy and not complaining.
The next step is more solids, both in variety and frequency. I tackled the variety tonight, giving them peas for the first time. Tory thought it was the greatest thing since breast milk, but Ian seemed less enamored. I have a bit of squash left from Abbie’s glop days that I can try tomorrow.
The frequency will take a bit more effort on my part. Right now I only feed solids once a day. I should be feeding them solids three times a day, but it’s so much easier to just plop bottles in them than it is to strap them in their high chairs, attach their bibs, and fend off Abbie while spoon-feeding. I’ll probably suck it up and go to three solid-feedings a day in June. Then I’ll start working up the chain of foods, from fruits, to vegetables, to starches, to meats, to birthday cake.
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