Give Peas a Chance

After almost a week of successful rice cereal feedings, I finally got off my duff and cooked up some peas for baby to try. I now understand the appeal of jarred baby food. Also, turns out my immersion blender is not the finest at pureeing. The good news is that baby ate peas!

However, I'm thinking she hasn't decided if she actually likes them or not.

We'll try again today, though. I had to make more than enough so my immersion blender could actually blend the peas. (Which I may have learned through frustrating experience a few days ago.)

All we are saying is give peas a chance....

Graves

Yesterday, I was out on a walk with Baby, when my hubby called and said he was probably going to pick up a grave shift that night, since they couldn't find anyone to cover it and he'd had to take some emergency time off earlier this week. Now, my hubby works from 2-10 PM, and graves go from 10 PM - 6 AM. Ouchie. So, last night I brought him some food... and his desktop computer. Not the first time he's had that guy at work (so he can play games on reeeeeally slow days, like Thanksgiving), but it was my first time taking apart his computer. I felt reasonably accomplished after that. The whole thing felt like an adventure (for me... he was probably miserable since he told me he was already pretty tired at 10), but we'll see how today goes.

Right now, I still feel like it's 8 in the morning, because he's still in bed. (Also, baby had a bit of a horrible evening last night. The benefit was that I was awake when hubby came home at 6:30, so I actually got to "go to sleep" with him after all. The disadvantage was, well, I got up an hour later with the kid and have been up since. I guess this "aside" is a bit long for parentheses.) Maybe by the time I've actually showered and finished the laundry, he'll be up and it will feel like a normal day again.

My guy really knows how to bring home the bacon. I only hope his sleep schedule isn't too messed up for doing it.

Hungry baby

My little dear has seemed, to me, to want to eat solid food for a while. I read something a while back, though, that suggested that staying on breastmilk for the full six months might help with allergies or antibodies or something useful sounding, so I was determined to wait it out. Until she started grabbing at my food, staring longingly at our food, and not seeming satisfied after feedings yet not taking more milk (when I was pretty sure I still had some). The only reason I waited until today was because I had a doctor appointment, and I wanted to clear it with him, what with her surgery coming up pretty soon. He actually strongly agreed, hoping it would help her regain some of the weight she's lost in the past three weeks or so.

Well, I'd say it was a success! The very first spoonful she looked at me like she didn't really know what was going on, and then I thought maybe she was just playing with the spoon, but she wasn't spitting it out, and she seemed to like it. The first bit I mixed with quite a bit of milk so it would taste, umm, like what she used to eat, but lessened the amount a little in my next few batches. That's right. She kept eating. It took at least into the second tablespoon for her to finally tell me she was full. I could tell she was getting there because she wasn't as excited about eating near the end.

Here, pictures are the best anyway:

Food? I'm just going to eat my bib. Thanks.

What is this?

All finished! (With the first batch.)

I probably didn't mention that I nursed her a little bit before and after that first batch. Yeah. I always knew this kid was an eater. I just didn't realize how much she wanted to move on from eating just milk. I wish I'd gotten a picture of later feeding, because she took to grabbing the handle of the spoon and shoving it into her mouth (yes, I was holding it/guiding it too). SUPER cute. That's another reason I knew she was slowing down; she hesitated before grabbing the spoon.

Lesson learned: make more food from the get-go. Baby likes to eat. She was pretty happy about it.

At least she's really cute

Sometimes my baby falls asleep while nursing. Sometimes I just let her hang out there, cause I know she'll sleep longer if she's being held. Sometimes this means I get pretty bored. (Yes, I do have homework. No, I don't want to do it right now.) Enter the blog. Unfortunately, not much has been going on around here. Hubby and I have been sick and lazy, and baby is returning to her normal self after her most recent bout with infection. (Occasionally I realize she could have had her surgery by now and I kick myself.)

We did go to Tucano's to celebrate my birthday on Saturday (and because they sent me a free meal voucher... I love birthday clubs). Baby slept through most of it, which was amazing, but when she woke up and hubby took her out of the car seat, she started screeeeaaaaaming. Apparently she didn't like the excitement, noise, and/or people. I left without being stuffed, getting my little birthday icecream, or any extra cheese bread things. I think that was the saddest part. (My life is so hard, right?) She calmed down right after leaving though, poor dear. And it's possible she's been extra cute lately to make up for it. Here, I'll give some proof.

Mmm, toes.

This is something she's taken to lately - she can grab the pacifier while it's in her mouth, and she pulls it out. But I figure she can't put it back in yet, so what does she do? Chew on the side. I missed a beautiful photo opp just before this where she'd gotten... umm... the sticky-outy part on the back into her mouth in such a way that she was sucking on the pacifier without holding it. It's hard to describe, but I laughed and laughed and took a picture just as she spat it out. Oh, well.

That's about all for now. Our neighbors made something delicious and (American-)Italian smelling, and it's making me hungry! Time to see if the baby girl will be okay separated from me for a few moments.

She's so high

Trying out the high chair!

It's possible that she is ready for solids (though maybe not, because of a tongue reflex), but I'm balking a little because I'm not ready for her to start solids. I was planning on having six months! Well, I guess that's what happens with plans. My next plan was to wait until after her surgery... The current plan is to talk to her doctor when I go in next week about starting solids. Whew.

Right after I put her in, she christened the high chair by first leaning forward and sucking on the little arm of it, closely followed by some mean spitup. We waste no time over here!

My Sunday Thought

I remember once, during tummy time, baby seemed to be getting tired from holding her head up and started to fuss. Since she had only been doing it a few minutes, I told her, "I know this is hard, but if you don't do it, how else are you going to grow big and strong?"

Whoa.

Life lesson. To myself.

I think that a lot when I'm talking to my daughter - I should really be listening to what I'm saying. It hasn't taken me too long to catch a glimpse of why Heavenly Father wants us to be parents (though I'm sure it is just a glimpse, so far).

Sometimes I wonder if God is as sorrowful as I am to let things, painful things, happen to his children. I know my baby hates hates hates her medicine, but if she doesn't take it, she'll get an infection. If I don't take her in for surgery, she'll have problems with infections the rest of her life or possibly have kidney failure. She won't understand... and even if she did, it will still hurt. Does God ever feel that sadness when he knows he has to let bad things happen to his children? I have a lot of questions like that. The more my understanding of the nature of God deepens, the more my hypotheses change... but I still don't really know.

And, even though I feel like I've already learned a lot from being a parent... I'm super glad God is a perfect parent.

Posing

A few pictures from the changing table...

Baby sweatpants. What else can I say?