and then we added meats. milo managed to finish off the chicken and apples with some reservation, but he still finished it. however, when the contents of the jar started to smell more like canned dog food than jarred baby-food (i'm looking at you, beef with beef gravy), milo's interest in solids decreased rapidly, while his stubborn refusal of the pink puréed pulp only increased.
he's also not a huge fan of peaches, which is very surprising, but ben thinks it's because of the citric acid used as a preservative which gives it a bit of a sour tang.
he has, however, gotten better at picking up the peach flavored baby puffs and putting them in his mouth. he pushes them back out of his mouth almost immediately after getting them in, but it's still progress in the right direction. (after he uses his tongue to push the puff past his lips, i put it back in his mouth instructing him that "no, we keep it.")