On Sunday, after my two day cereal hiatus, I had low expectations. I knew that as soon as the spoon touched Grant's lips he would scream as if I was jabbing his lips with a paring knife rather than the offending spoon. Well, there was minimal gagging and only a general fussiness. Hmm...maybe I don't suck at this. Yesterday, I had to make him laugh and then quickly shove the spoon in his mouth...but again, no screaming as if he's being torn limb from limb.
Today I got to play proud Mommy! Not only did he OPEN his mouth for the spoon but he reached out for it! And when the spoon was heading back to bowl for refills he made noises like he was trying to say "Gimme it!" Eureka! It was retarded how proud I was of him - and a little proud of myself and my perseverence. And can I just say thank God! I totally flashed forward to Grant at the age of 8 or so and a relative calling wanting to talk to Grant. I pictured myself having to tell this person "Oh, you can't talk to him just now, he's having a bottle." And there would be Grant, laying on the couch, drinking from a bottle roughly the size of a coffee thermos.
|"Get in my belly!"|
|Spoon in the mouth - no tears!|
|I can wipe my own mouth, thank you very much.|
|He is not as coordinated with a spoon as he seemed to think he would be.|
|Some of it even made it in his tummy (the sad face is because he wanted more)|
|A bottle followed the cereal and this is what followed the bottle. Which meant Mommy got to spend some quality time with Private Practice. Thanks Grant!|