First taste

Last night I made mashed sweet potatoes to have with dinner and before I added the sour cream and chili powder, I set some aside for Wyatt. I was excited about starting him off with food that we were eating and having dinner as a family, so we dug out the tiny baby spoons from the back of the drawer and hoped for the best. 

At first he was curious.

Then he was all smiles. I think he knew that something new was about to go down.

He couldn't get that spoon in his mouth fast enough.

Then he wasn't so sure about it.

He looked at me, like he was thinking, Really Mom?

Clearly Disapproving.

And here, he's afraid we'd try it again. (We didn't.) He spit that bite right out and that was the end of his first taste. We'll try again in a few days with something different...maybe some mashed bananas?

In other news...Wyatt slept through the night last night (8 pm to 5:30 am)! He's been so unpredictable with his sleep. The night before, he was up every 3 - 4 hours, so who knows what tonight has in store, but I'll take it! It's certainly the longest stretch he's had. Naps on the other hand are not happening. He's the only baby I know that doesn't snooze during the day. I don't think he wants to miss anything and wants to keep up with his big brother (who also likes to forgo nap time and can be heard running around in his room between 1 and 3 pm).