Archive for September 1st, 2008
Peas!!!!!
Today our son, Samuel, started eating his first vegetable: Peas!!! He’s been tasting various cereals this past week and a half, and today, we felt he was ready to graduate to his first vegetable. We had a varied choice of veggies to pick from, since Melissa wanted to make the puray herself. So we thought about taking a sweet tasting veggie first, wanting to avoid the turnips of the world, and came up with a final choice of sweet potato or peas. Peas won out because… well they’re peas dammit! 
Cute, green, nice round shape, sweet… what more could you ask for in a vegetable?!
So in the blender a bunch of frozen peas went, add a little water, hit the button and presto… neon green pea
puray! I told myself that when Sammy started eating “solids” that I would taste everything we give him, and I have been. Of the three cereals we’ve fed him (rice, barley and wheat) the wheat cereal was the best. So here I am staring down the barrel at a spoonful of radio-active looking snot 
, with Melissa looking on expectantly, as I raise the spoon to my lips and taste. “Wow! That’s really pea-y!” I say. But it’s good. It’s a raw, green, earthly taste that I rarely have the pleasure of savoring anymore with all the seasonings, spices and additives (like butter) that we put on our food. Melissa emboldened by my enthusiasm digs in herself and is pleased with the taste, although she wouldn’t eat a bowl full. 
The peas have passed the parent test, now it’s time for the big show, the king of the crib, the dude of the diaper…Sam! We strap him into his highchair and remove all his toys from the tray. This is the signal he recognizes that food is on the way. Now by this point he’s already had a bottle, so he’s expecting a cereal since that’s all he’s ever had to this point. Melissa lets me have the honor of Sam’s first veggie feeding, so I load up his spoon with the green paste and send it in towards his expectant mouth at a leisurely pace, gentleman-like, not to rushed. Sam’s ninja defenses immediately perk up, arms and hands waving a complex pattern through the air to intercept any inbound intruders… like my cargo heavy, green-glowing spoon. 
Even though I’m only still a rookie spoon pilot, I deftly avoid his co-ordinated hand swipes and drop the spoon’s payload right into his mouth like Luke running the Death-Star trench. I pull the spoon up and away quickly, awaiting the look on Sam’s face… and we get this:
A happy smile and a “gimme some more!!!” look! Well, I guess we’ll have to give him some turnip to see those funny baby reaction faces. Maybe next week! Here’s a couple more shots from the feeding… and yes, it kind of got a little messy… but none of it was my fault I assure you! 
Besides, as you can see, he was having a lot of fun! After his meal, Sam decided to kick back in his spaghetti pillow, do some reading and chew on a little after dinner “Q”… Ahhh the baby life!
Meanwhile, Dad finished the peas! 
Thanks for reading!
