First food

Here it is, the main attraction, the reason for our trip to New York.

Ronin's first food ceremony!

It was a beautiful affair, with lots of friends and family and very tasty food. The thing I love about these ceremonies is their ancient and yet casual approach. This particular ceremony was about 30 minutes long, in Sanskrit, and halfway through, Ronin began to cry from hunger. 

Family members and the priest encouraged us to just go upstairs and nurse and come back when he was all set. It was great! We got up and left and the priest kept going and we came back 10 minutes later and sat back down and no one batted an eye. It is pretty cool when the star of the ceremony can leave for a little pick-me-up and return and everything's just gone on smooth as pie in his absence.

For what it's worth, though, Ronin's not really into eating solid food yet. Blech. I kind of wish he were, as I've expressed before. Nursing has not turned out to be my favorite thing. These shingles still hurt, dangit. But anyway. He won't nurse forever. Within the next six months, he'll be close to 100% onto solids. So no need to rush things along. He won't be a baby much longer, really. Toddlerhood's not too far off, and then he'll be a child, and then a tween (are boys tweens?) and off to college before we know it...