Milestones

We're now back from a whirlwind 10-day trip to California, during which Fausto turned 6 months old and completed his 18th flight. That's not a typo. Mr. Monkey has visited California (twice), Colorado, New York, and Mexico (also twice), and is all too familiar with the inside of the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport. And he's not only precocious when it comes to travel. Our pediatrician pronounced him "a six-month old in a one-year-old's body." He's sitting up now and is working very hard on crawling -- so much so that he keeps waking himself up by trying to practice in his sleep!

But Fausto is no big kid when it comes to food. I made a point of only giving him breast milk until he turned six months, but I was prepared to celebrate his milestone by offering him tastes of solid food.

On Thanksgiving I offered him a fingerfull of plain, mashed sweet potatoes.
-Yeck.
A fingertip dipped in carrot soup.
-Bleh.
A lick of a slice of pear.
-Hmmm...

The pear made shivers run down his whole body. He was simultaneously repulsed and delighted, and most certainly intrigued. I have one more pear and will try to get video of his priceless reaction tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll prepare for a night of nursing. That is, if the crawling isn't the main attraction.