Yesterday was the Goosh’s first ever feedathon. I’m sure most moms are familiar with this event. Where the kids run/crawl a full marathon while the Moms run behind them with a bowl of food.
And the Goosh is quite good at it too. After all, he’s been practising for almost 8 months now. First feeding directly from Mommy, then slowly moving to juices and an all liquid diet that Nani started him on. He didnt particularly like this phase, He used to be quite upset – Why were Mommy n Nani forcing him to lie down and ‘eat’!? How would he ever get to practise the feedathon crawl like this!? He’d wriggle and squirm and try to worm his way out. But they didnt let him. Those 2 women I tell you.
He couldnt be happier when they introduced him to semi-solids. Aah. Things were moving well. He was happy. He practised gulping. And jumping. And wiggling with more freedom. Every chance he got, every break Mommy took, he’d roll over and run away from her lap. With an impish smile, a gleeful grin.
Then slowly he got things to munch. Khichdi and veggies and dal and rice. My, what an assortment of colors. He really loved how they looked strewn all over the floor. But Mommy was playing spoil sport again. Trying to make him ‘eat’ this stuff, giving him no chance to reach out and practise throwing these colorful foods and clanky bowls on the floor. But that was ok, let her win some of the smaller battles. As long as he won the larger ones. Like sitting up to eat. Hurrraay!!! No more lying down. Yay!!!
Quick learner that he is, he mastered the art of sitting up and eating in little over a week. Yes, the fine, delicate art of sitting erect, opening your mouth and letting a spoon in, and then with a swirl of the tongue, a hurried closing of the lips, pull in the food..Munch at it gleefully, then lean over for more, open your mouth, and let it all fall out. Wow. Doesnt that look amazing. Colorful squishy pattern on the floor, beautiful blobs on Mommy’s clothes, way to go Goosh!
Now for the final steps. Yes, we’re almost there. to do it all together. What all this preperation adds up to. Crawl, play, eat. Each of these fine arts mastered seperately. To be combined in all their glory.
At the stroke of 7, the Goosh was ready. As soon as the first morsel went in, off he went. From one toy to the other, from one end of the carpet to the other. Dropping bits and pieces of colorful food all over. Stopping to restock only, when a huffing and puffing Mommy caught up with him. The Goosh running ahead, decorating the carpet, the floor, his very own clothes and even his hands and legs with all kinds of half munched, half chewed, delightful colorful food. And Mommy, growling and wheezing behind him, with a never ending bowl.
It took him an hour. But the job was done. He stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. Critical inspection. Yes. Yes, it was a job well down. He smiled at himself. Nay, it was a job very well done. He beamed.
So happy was he, that he bounced his way back to Mommy, and asked for more food. And proceeded to decorate her plain ole black track pant with large colorful splashes of food.