Aaaaaah, the fourth child...just when you think you've seen, heard, and done it all, the fourth little baby does something to prove you wrong. That's our little Lucy.
So, I had this big idea of skipping baby food altogether. None of my kids loved it, and Lily particularly hated it. It's a mess, it's a hassle, and I just didn't want to mess with it. All of my kids have gotten teeth at a decently early age, so I thought, I'll nurse her until she can handle little bits of soft things and we'll just go with that. Right on schedule, she got her first tooth six days shy of her six month birthday.
Long about five months, little miss decided she might not be satisfied with just nursing. She acted like she wasn't satisfied at night. In hind sight - 20/20, right? - I truly believe it was her teeth, but at the time, I was panicking a little on the inside. What about my grand plan, little girl?
So, begrudgingly, I whipped up some rice cereal the day after she turned six months. I KNOW she's going to hate it, just like the other three...this is so messy, and why would I want to ruin perfectly good breastmilk with such nastiness?? Blech. But, here we go...
She got all bibbed up, stating the obvious...

First bite, out it comes. Yeah, I KNEW you wouldn't like it.

Oh, wait...what is that? Is that, a...a smile?

Oh, now the hands are involved...you know she's all warm and fuzzy inside when the hands go in her mouth. I mean, it's her favorite past time.

Who can argue with those big, beautiful, uh, whatever colored eyes she has? They change so often, I can't keep up!

Heh, guess what? She liked it. She snarfed every last lick of the pasty stuff, and the next night, she begged for more. Yeah, I know what they say about best laid plans. I'll never make one again, where this precious, stinker-of-a-Lucy, is involved.
