Nothing is safe from spit anymore.
The age has come where anything my daughter can grasp in her chubby little fingers will go straight into her mouth. Toys, plastic or cloth; her own feet, clothed or bare; Mommy's fingers, Mommy's hair, Mommy's necklace, Daddy's glasses, any wet leaf or chunk of dirt trailed in on our shoes. All things look delicious.
It may seem that this list has no end, but there is one thing CeCe will not put in her mouth. And that is food.
The babe will be six months next week, and we are acutely aware this is the age where we should be introducing solid food. But Ce seems content to chew, gnaw and suck on the wrong end of her pacifier then insist on the boob when she is actually hungry.
We have tried rice cereal and oatmeal, and the baby resisted with the ferocity of a bucking bronco. She nearly flipped herself out of her high chair when I dared to put the spoon to her lips. Point taken, child.
It's a universal rule that candy is better than broccoli, so I thought we could appeal to CeCe's untapped sweet tooth with some fruit to get her in the swing of eating solids. I popped open some bananas and applesauce, and we made a small step forward. Babe no longer threw a hysterical fit at the sight of utensils, but we still couldn't get the mush to its intended destination.
I admire my daughter's unique approach to eating. Instead of allowing the spoon to enter her mouth, she had the innovative idea to stick out her tongue and plop it into the hollow of the spoon. She seemed to enjoy the taste, but the applesauce-laced cereal became more of an exfoliating facial scrub than a meal.
Any tips on how to break through this wall are welcome. Because I am getting desperate enough that my next step is just to slather her toes with mashed pears. At least that way I know it will get into her mouth.