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First time eating from a spoon!

Still posting from my cell phone, & I have a brace on my wrist, so bare with me if you see any typos!

Tonight at dinner time I decided to give a spoon a try with Hasting's dinner. I had already given him a bottle, but wanted to see how he would do in his bumbo being spoon fed.

Prior to tonight I had been giving Hasting his oatmeal cereal in his bottle. Before you go judging me, I want to remind you that every baby is different. Hasting was ready for cereal, but not ready for a spoon. I bought Y-shaped nipples for his bottles and started him out with 4oz of milk & a formula scoop amount of rice cereal. After about 5 days of being on rice cereal I switched him to oatmeal because of constipation issues. Hasting has drank his oatmeal from a bottle the past 2 weeks & did great with it. He never choked or anything like that when taking it from a bottle.

Tonight he ate from a spoon like a champ! It was such a fun experience for the both of us! It's such a bittersweet moment for me because it's one of those milestone reminders that my baby is growing so quickly! Hasting had great head control in his bumbo and just smiled and took to the spoon every time I put it to his mouth! He had oatmeal all over his bib, his hands, arms, legs, face, ears, & hair!!

I had so many photo opportunities and took every one of them that I could tonight!

After eating I had to put him right in the bathtub! It was such a fun experience!

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