I made roasted sweet potatoes for dinner the other night, so I figured I'd give Mac a little taste to see how he liked them. I took a little piece with no salt on it, mashed it up with a little breast milk, and voila! Baby food.
I stuck him in the Bumbo with the tray (since we didn't have a high chair yet), slapped a bib on him and grabbed the camera*.
I thought he looked pretty excited about it!
I know I was excited.
His first taste of food...I just knew he was going to LOVE it.
However, I've been wrong before (but only twice).
Even if he wasn't excited about the food, I know he loved wearing his awesome camo bib.
Thanks Aunt Michelle and Uncle Billy!
And then it was the moment of truth.
Time for the first bite.
A little confusion.
Followed by absolute disgust.
I can just imagine what's going though his mind...
Gross...what is this crap?
This is so freaking nasty, you guys.
You thought I'd like this?
Are you out of your mind?
Why are you doing this to me?
I thought you liked me.
Please don't make me eat any more.
I'm so going to have nightmares about this.
Ugh...it's still in my mouth.
I can still taste it.
Get it out.
Are we done yet?
Don't do it...please don't do it.
I am not eating this.
I think I'm going to be sick.
Worst parents ever.
(I mean, really. Does that face just say it all or what?)
*I made Ryan feed him so I could take photos.
I thought if he really hated the food, he'd be mad at Ryan for giving it to him.
I failed to consider that I would be positioned directly in front of him, laughing hysterically and documenting the whole traumatic experience.
So make that three times.
I better start saving for his therapy now.