Baby food made a dramatic entrance into our household today. It was homemade from a sweet potato, and was the color of sun that had been left alone in a closet for some years and had aged like fine wine, bold and brilliant.
It might have been a bit too bold for sweet Ambrose. He held his face in a concerned expression from the first bite onward, until it was over, as though he were worried this strange stuff might bite him back.
Little new things, like sweet potatoes, are grand adventures with a baby. They require courage in the face of the unknown.
The next day he ate his sweet potato like a champ! Swallowed everything that made it into his mouth and then opened wide for more. Bold and unconcerned.