The Hairy Fetus ate his first meal of solid food tonight. He took to it like a champ, diving right in, as if he had been slurping up and walking in his food his whole entire life. Sometimes, the transition from bottle to food can be a challenge. Many times, I’ve had to start with a soupy slurry of canned food and formula, administered with a syringe and a handful of paper towels nearby. But not this one, and not tonight.
Now comes the the most funnest of fun good times in the day of a neonatal’s foster parent: picking pate from betwixt his toes.