In Which We Blow His Mind With Solid Food

So we tried solids for the first time last week. By "solids," I of course mean mushy, breast-milked-down infant oatmeal.

Bennett was not impressed. At first.

"What fresh hell is this?!  Give me the boob, woman." 

But then he leaned forward with his little bird mouth open and scarfed down bite after bite, shrieking when the bowl was empty.

Unsatisfied with my explanation that it was "all gone," he resorted to this:

"Mmmm.  Nom, nom, nom. I love you, oatmeal. Where have you been all my life?"

You thought that was tasty, kid?  Just wait until I rock your world with some pureed carrots.