It's no surprise that our growing boy is getting tired of his formula-heavy diet. He's starting to branch out into the world of edible wonder, although he still prefers things in their pureed or soupy form.
Little Man's favorite non-baby food by far is orange sherbet. He knows what the container looks like, and the minute I pull it from the freezer he tries to climb my legs up to the counter. He eats it right off a grown-up spoon every night, sitting on the floor with me, watching Wheel of Fortune. In his excitement he climbs all over me trying to get to the bowl, but understands when I say "sit on your bottom", flopping dramatically onto his tush with a sigh and mouth open wide.
In the same vein, he's crazy over smoothies and loves to visit the smoothie shop where he's a fan of all sorts of flavors: pineapple, strawberry, raspberry and tangerine, to name a few.
The sight of a yo-baby yougurt container is enough to send him into frenzied excitement. I have to keep it tucked away until he's eaten the rest of his food, or the meal turns into a match of wills as he stresches and contorts himself in his high chair to get to the container.
He likes cheese, and last night devoured most of my cheese-covered mashed potatos. He is still rebelling against feeding himself--the only self-feeding we see is with his little puffs--but he likes to try things off the grown-up spoon.
Especially if it's on Daddy's plate.
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