Precisely a week ago Lucas had his first taste of rice porridge. It was a messy and frustrating affair. He didn't know to open his mouth and whatever little porridge I could put into his mouth, out it came again. 4 days on, he could open his mouth and receive the spoon - what a breakthrough! And I believe he did swallow a little as well even if I used several pieces of paper to mop up drool and flying porridge that the little rascal had razzed all over. Today, I swear he did lunge at the spoon because that poor little thing was starving. Bad idea to have him so hungry. He threw a royal fit and the feed was over. Next on the agenda is to have him cooperate by leaning back in his chair so that I can at least see where my spoon is heading!
By contrast, Alexander's first 'bite' into the exciting world of real food was a breeze. Of course he stained a couple of bibs but I didn't remember having to wrestle with him - my left hand holding Lucas' head against the chair and my right holding the spoon trying to avoid his flapping arms. (We think Lucas has my Southern-Chinese highly-excitable temperament while Alexander has the calm Finnish outlook.) I'm hoping that Lucas will master the eating technique soon so that I can increase both the portion size and variety. Who would think that eating can be such a learning milestone? That the tongue has to learn not to push the food out but instead bring it to the back of the throat and then swallowing it? Baby steps....
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