What's on the menu

By itself, rice is not all that shocking. But when all you've eaten for three straight months is Mommy's milk, I can see how a mouthful of rice cereal could catch you off guard.

Following on the heels of his sister, the lazy eater, and his brother, the human vacuum, Jacob has decided to be his own man and set his own standards for eating. Standards which, lately, are limited mostly to not eating. So after a few days of suffering through a hunger strike marked by frequent screaming and infrequent swallowing during mealtimes, we beefed up his diet with a little breakfast treat.

Our first attempts at rice cereal were rewarded with a lot of really great expressions and about ten good spoonfuls that wound up in his mouth instead of on his bib. So far so good. Maybe we'll let him join us for waffles on Saturday.