It’s official, our boy is an eater.

I wanted to wait until we were settled in Chicago. I wanted to wait until he was able to sit on his own. I wanted to wait to enjoy this last phase of our relationship just a little bit longer. I wanted to wait because I wasn’t ready. But that didn’t matter because there was no denying it anymore. Ewan was ready. Oh boy, was he ready.

We sat at Whole Foods for lunch one day. And Ewan watched, intently, as the banana made its way from the table to our mouths and back again. He watched us, carefully, while smacking his lips. Since bananas are supposed to be a great first food, we decided to share.

He was hesitant at first, not quite sure what to do with what was being given to him. He moved it about his mouth. Some went in, but most went out. It was all about experiencing. Tasting. Testing the waters.

It wasn’t until the third time or so that he really got the hang of it. And loved it. And ate it. Lots. After bananas we gave avocado a whirl. He wasn’t really a fan of that, but liked it quite a bit when a little banana was added. It seemed like it gave it just the right amount of sweetness and flavor to make it go down smooth.

Tonight he tried sweet potato for the first time. Baked and pureed with a bit of breastmilk. Even though it was the first time for that flavor. He ate like a champ and made quite a mess to show for it.

It sure is fun having another little eater in the house. He’s just so excited by it all, it’s contagious.