While usually happy sitting at the table with us and chewing on a spoon, cup, toy, etc., that morning he started fussing during breakfast. I wanted to have a good chance to eat my meal, so I thought, "Hmmmmm. Maybe he'd like some Cheerios (tm)." So I put some on the table in front of him, and he enjoyed feeling them and trying to pick them up.
That day he didn't really understand how it all worked--it seemed like he tried to nurse the Cheerio (tm) that he held between his fingers--and most of them went on the floor, but when one got in him mouth, he seemed so happy about it! And then out it came. But that was okay. He was learning, and from then he got better and better at picking up and gumming and swallowing the Cheerios (tm).
Within a week he had enthusiastically knawed on a chicken leg bone (with the meat taken off) and had finger-fed himself some small bits of banana and pear.
For the banana, at first I cut it in tiny pieces and put it on the table in front of him; soon I just gave him a hunk of banana and let him squash it himself (it was a soft banana). A neat idea that came in handy at restaurants was to peel a banana and scrape off some banana with a spoon and feed it to him that way.
For the pear (it was a pear from a can of chunky fruit in fruit juice) I cut it in tiny pieces and then squashed them with a fork.
Within a few months, some of his other favorite foods became rice cakes, bits of mango, applesauce (yes, he fed himself!), and noodles.
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