beef and gravy

Someday he will be bigger than me, sitting next to me at the dinner table eating a big plateful of steak.

For today, he is a grinning, slobbering, adorable little 7 month old, who sat next to me at the table while he tried his first bite of meat.  When I say meat, I mean jar of pinkish-gray mush that is called "beef and gravy".  He HATED it.  When he made a horrible face after his first bite, Sylvia said "Don't give him that, he doesn't like gravy!".  Sylvia and I both tried the stuff to see how horrible it was.  I think I'd rather eat dog food. 

Unfortunately for J, I wanted him to eat a few bites just to start to get used to the new taste.  Even though he hated the beef, he loves when you play air-plane (or bumble bee or choo choo train) to feed him, and as long as he isn't full, he gives you a great big open mouthed-smile...only to be rewareded with yucky, yucky pink mush.  Poor little guy. 

Someday there will be steak.  I promise.

Lots of love,

Keri