We thought Thanksgiving Day would be the perfect day to introduce Henry to real food. And what could be better than sweet potatoes - who doesn't love sweet potatoes? I carefully and lovingly prepared Henry's sweet potato Thanksgiving meal the night before. Nice, big organic sweet potatoes. They looked so yummy and delicious, and I just knew they would be a hit with Henry.
So after his bottle on Thanksgiving morning, we stripped Henry down to his diaper so he could really get into his sweet potatoes - what I thought would be a momentous introduction to the world of "real" food. Well, the sweet potatoes were not the hit I was hoping they would be. I'd put a bite in his mouth, and it would fall right out. Over and over again. We tried everything - a change in food temperature, adding formula, etc. But I would put a bite right in, and it would fall right out. You would have thought I was trying to feed Henry dirt. At least our pictures looked good!
*** We've now had sweet potatoes at breakfast for three days in a row. Henry will eat them, but he wears a look on his face of pure torture. Its kind of the same look I wear whenever I am forced to eat peas...
