Yesterday, I was at church and Pam (my kids' surrogate Grandma a.k.a. Bup) was holding Maia. After service, like usual, people came up to ooh and aah over her mostly because the Pastor's Wife was holding her. Then, they began to ask how old she was, when I said almost 5 months, the people exclaimed "Oh wow! She is tiny! I thought she was about 9 weeks." After hearing three different people say that, I began to develop a complex. Am I starving my kid? Maybe I don't make enough milk for her. Oh my gosh what if her brain is not developing correctly and it's all my fault? My daughter is being malnourished! I determined that when I got home, I would begin feeding my daughter cereal. I didn't care care that my doctor said to wait until she was 6 months old. I didn't care that Maia is probably not ready for solid foods. I was not about to give CPS another reason to pay me a visit.
When we got home, I took off Maia's clothes, placed her in her Bumbo and began the messy process. She had a really hard time keeping the substance in her mouth and kind of looked at me like I was crazy, but I was persistent and didn't let her out of the Bumbo until she finished all her cereal. Never mind the gagging, and disgusted faces, she needed to be fattened up. Here are some pictures...she liked it...really...can't you tell?