We're thinking of calling Houdini the Meat and Potato baby, because for the second day in a row, he finished a 4 oz jar of sweet potatoes and turkey Gerber baby food*.
Do you understand the enormity of that sentence? Of course you don't. What is the big deal, you think? It's that he FINISHED a FOUR OUNCE serving of something.
He is, of course, still doing everything possible to avoid drinking formula or anything else that is actually, you know, nutritious and chock full of vitamins and other 'good for baby' stuff. Right now, though, I don't care because he has FINISHED something for the first time in 6 months without him (or us) crying. Even if I come back tomorrow and say he is refusing to eat that any more, at least for once I was able to see him eat with something akin to pleasure.
*The stuff smells like cat food, so maybe it's a good thing he is congested from his cold. He probably can't taste it, either, but it's not too bad. (Of course I tasted it. I taste everything for him. On that note, and to be honest, I wouldn't want to drink the formula he has to drink--the one that has every protein broken down--either. It tastes like ass.)
