On the advice of my doula, we decided to let Silas tell us when he was ready for solid foods. Four months...six months....seem such arbitrary numbers and they passed with my babe happily having nothing more than mama's milk. Then he started sitting on his own and shortly thereafter lost the tongue-thrust reflex. After his first two teeth erupted we knew it wouldn't be much longer. It was when he started developing a pincer grasp and making smacking motions with his mouth whenever he saw us eating that we decided it was time to give it a try.
A lot of thought went into the selection of his first food. I was dead set on avocado or banana for a long time. Then after talking again with the same doula I realized that there was no reason that the first food to go into his tummy couldn't adhere to the same principles as the food that Steve and I eat...local and in season. In the fall in Iowa, this means apples. So, I steamed one up, pureed it, and sat down with Steve and Silas for dinner. I think mama and papa were far more excited than baby and from the look on his face, it was the worst apple ever.
He tentatively took a little taste and as soon as it hit his tongue he squinted his eyes, scrunched up his face and spit it out. We've tried other things since -- watermelon, honeydew, muskmelon, banana, avocado -- and every single time we get a face that says, "why are you doing this to me? Can I please just have some milk? Please?" We know that all he needs for the first year is mama's milk and that introducing food at this point is more for fun and to experience something new, so we're keeping it low key. We moved our dinner time up so that we eat as soon as Steve gets home, while Silas is still awake, so he can join us at the table. We'll keep trying to give him little bits here and there and I'm sure he'll give us a smile when he's ready. Until then, we have a slew of cute scrunchy-faced-spitting-food-out pictures.