Just like that, my days of sweeping up Cheerios have begun. This snuck up on me. We've been doing purees for a while, but Jo would gag on any bit that wasn't completely smooth so it felt like it would be a long time before we were at finger foods. But I started giving her teething biscuits and after a week or two of those, toast sticks, then banana pieces, bits of cheese and scrambled egg, and Cheerios. My baby is turning into a kid!
Ok, still a baby but she can sit up in carts now.
And swings. (I swear, she does have other clothes.) And crawls, as of a couple of days ago when she finally put it together in pursuit of Raj's phone on the floor of her playroom. She has one tooth coming through on the bottom. Oh the sturm und drung and nighttime screaming that one tooth has caused. Hopefully the remaining teeth will be less problematic.
We converted our seldom-used dining room into a playroom for her with foam tiles and long gates. She can play happily for quite a while on her own, longer with company, either sitting or crawling around. Attempts to sleep while teething aside, she is generally a pretty mellow individual. She's happy to hang out in her jumper while I have breakfast in the morning. And now, after she eats, I can put a handful of Cheerios on her tray and get the dishwasher unloaded and loaded and the kitchen cleaned up. Day before yesterday, I peeled and chopped six sweet potatoes while she worked at that small pile of Cheerios, first from the tray, then fishing out the stragglers from the pocket of her bib.
I don't know why it's the Cheerios in particular that got to me. Maybe because they're such an iconic symbol of a certain stage of life. I'm not a baby person and while I of course have adored Jo at every stage, I think she's more fun and interesting all the time. It just feels like those little baby days passed with alarming speed. My child feeds herself now! Solid food!
Just try to get most of those in your mouth, baby.