Rowan is catching on to this food thing. Apple sauce, carrots and parsnips, sweet potato, corn. The other day, he ate an entire banana. Entire. Banana. Brian started the meal by mashing up just an inch, and eventually the whole thing was devoured. Rowan laughed, "Oh, Daddy, don't you know that I'm a growing boy? NOW BRING ME MORE BANANA."
We followed up the entire banana meal with some prune puree meals. I was scared. After a few red-in-the-face poos and non-poos, and then an explosive poo or two, Rowan's poor little bowels should be back to normal. (You wanted to know all of this, right?)
While dinnertime isn't all daisies and sunshine quite yet, it has taken a pleasant turn.