When we went to Dr. Hutson for Paige’s 4 month check-up we ended up deciding to (try to) start feeding her oatmeal and bananas (solely in an attempt to help quell the major digestive issues caused by both her formula and her acid). Read: I change her clothes multiple times daily and we can’t really take her out of the house to go anywhere that doesn’t have a changing station (which basically means other people’s houses and church) because things are so out of control in her bowels.
The point is? We started trying to feed her oatmeal a couple of days ago. You can see for yourself how it went…
Before:
Anticipation:
First bite:
Realization:
Further realization:
One:
Two:
Three:
Alright–let’s see if Gran has better luck:
“Oh, Mama! I’m sure this will taste much better when Gran feeds it to me!”
“Oh, dear.”
I think this is my favorite shot:
“Oh, Mama! Why did you let her do that to me?”
“Gran! I trusted you!”
“I can’t believe you would betray me in such an egregious manner.”
“This tastes much better than that other stuff.”
“Gran!”
“Seriously!”
Gran tries the maybe-a-huge-smile-will-make-it-all-better approach:
Oh well…
“Oh Mama. Stick a fork (or a spoon, as the case may be) in me, I’m done.”
Next up:Â bananas!
These are hysterical! Hope the bananas taste better!