Liv-ahhhhh

He was showing all the signs. It’s probably been weeks of wrestling our plates away from him, pulling glasses out of his surprisingly strong hands. He watches the food go into our mouths. Makes a little op-op-op guppy face, imitating us as we chew.

There was the time we let him lick an organic (of course) strawberry popsicle, just for a minute. And the peach we let him suck. And he cried like crazy when we took it away.

The frozen carrots he’s been teething on might almost count as his first solid, or rather liquid, since he basically sucks all the juice out as he works one over, rendering a flat, limp, tongue-like reminder of the former carrot.

But actual food, from a bowl, with a spoon? His entree into the adult world of eating? Yes, I did it. I fed him liver. Boiled, pureed, organic, free-range chicken liver–with sea salt because I read in the baby food handout from my friend’s really fancy super-expensive holistic pediatrician that it facilitates brain development.

The livers came from these chickens.

I had doubts about whether he’d actually want to eat liver. But the same place where I heard about the salt also said that it’s good for babies to have a source of iron.

Sounded right to me.

I’m not completely cruel. I tasted it first, to see if I would like it. It was good. Will be better when I can mix in some egg and butter for him, but one food at a time for now.

Did he like it?

From the first bite, yes. The second bite, he insisted on holding the spoon himself, and ended up painting his face. But the rest, with a little help, went right in.

Given how much his father and I enjoy meat and products thereof, it’s not too surprising that the boy went for his first paté with such gusto?

I also baked and mashed a couple of yams and froze the goop to save for his next food adventure, given that we have to wait four days with each food to check for allergies.

Tonight he had liver again, and again, loved it. Less on the face this time, though digging in with his hands was also popular.

What I can’t imagine is having him like broccoli. We’ll see.