This morning I readied myself to pop Corrigan in the highchair and have him swat my hand away while trying to feed him. I heard the theme song of his favorite PBS show ( SuperWhy!) on the television in the background and it occured to me that I had not tried feeding him in front of the TV. Like so many things that bother me about his diet/feeding situation( ie; adding butter and brown sugar to perfectly healthy organic homemade babyfood to boost calories etc) I cringed at feeding him in front of the squawk box and starting that sort of habit ( I really am trying so hard to do everything better with Corrigan, learning from past mistakes etc…have I mentioned my goal of getting Corrigan through the entire summer without ONE FRECKLE appearing? I need to figure out how to dip this alabaster baby into a bucket of sunscreen…) but I plopped his highchair in front of the television, held my breath and moved the spoon to his mouth. He opened, swallowed and barely blinked. Incredulous, I tried again…same thing happened. And again…and again…and in about 8 bites he had consumed the entire container of babyfood without fuss! (oh and I used a blue plastic regular spoon..leftover from his birthday party instead of a baby spoon…so he was getting BIG bites)
I am almost terrified of trying again after he wakes from his nap. The joy I am feeling right now feels too good to ruin with a bad attempt in a bit…but I know I have to try again. I’ve been saying lots of “thanks” to God for making that last feeding so awesome and pleading for His assistance to make it happen again in a little while. Wooo hooooo!