Baby Food

This is what I imagined in my head when the vet suggested that I feed Beorn baby food until he could eat on his own:

I’d come downstairs and scoop him into his feeding box. Then I’d pop open a jar of baby food and take out a tiny baby spoon. He would walk up and lick the baby food off the spoon, and I would coo at him, “Does baby love his green beans?” Then a bluebird would fly through my window, land on my shoulder, and sing a happy song.

This is what actually happened when I went to feed Beorn baby food:

Josh brought home five options and a pack of baby spoons. I placed Beorn in his feeding box. I scooped up the first bite of pureed carrots and held it out to him. He sniffed it once and then backed away into the corner. I brought the spoon close to his face, and he turned his head. Finally, I emptied the baby food into a syringe and squirted a few mL at a time into his mouth. Both of us were coated in pureed carrots within seconds.

Lather, rinse, repeat. Four times per day.