The other day I happened to view and enjoy this post
, about a cute wee one having his first cereal and loving it. A darling series of photos, don't you think? So I realized that my little one is older than the aforementioned baby in this post
, so I went and bought some cereal, post haste. I unpacked my pump, for I intended to be the perfect mother who only lets her little one eat cereal with breast milk (never before have I done this. Until now, I either skipped cereal all together, or mixed it with juice or cows milk). I bought the cute spoons, I put on the cute bib. I mixed the cereal with freshly expressed milk so it would be the most favorable temperature. And I took pictures (Melanie turned eight months old yesterday. I know. Impossible).
Ignore the cluttered counter top. Nothing to see here. Move along.
"Hmm. What is this rather lame attempt at amusement. If you insist, I'll deign to give it a taste."
Mildly concerned. Check out her eyebrows.
"Am I supposed to be impressed?"
As you can see, she had to do it herself, wouldn't let anyone feed her. She gave it a test taste, and spit it right out. No thank you. My meager offering was rejected.
Verdict: Her Royal Highness was not impressed.
Back to my lazy parenting ways of nursing until she can feed herself. I am all about finger food. Until then, you can find my in my recliner nursing the baby.