Leo wants peas. At every meal.
Not the fresh peas that I so lovingly cooked and pureed for him. No. He likes jarred peas. Organic, of course. But jarred. The fresh peas? *I* ate them. Leo gagged on them like they were cod liver oil.
He loves his pears, too. But he'd really prefer peas.
Today, for the umpteenth time this week, he turned up his nose at his once-beloved oatmeal and went wild, instead, for peas. Even after I sweetened it up with some banana. Thanks, mom! Pass the peas.
He used to love the delicious home-pureed sweet potatoes...so sweet and creamy. No thanks, I'll have peas. And the gardeny freshy orangy springy carrots? P. E. A. S. In a J. A. R.
What am I going to do with this pea lover? Besides the obvious (feed him peas)?
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Leo and his dad...the two loves of my life.
When Matt comes home from work, Leo reaches his little arms out and touches his dad's face, smiling the whole time. It makes my heart pound.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
The "breastfeeding doll"
I had to rewrite this blog. I first wrote it early this morning and I was horrified by Ms. Moos' reporting and, as a proud breastfeeder, I was, frankly, offended. I'm not running out to buy Leo a breastfeeding doll, but something about this whole thing just makes my heart heavy.
I'm not sure how I feel about this.
I don't care for Jeanne Moos' attitude of disgust throughout the video; I feel it's irresponsible. I do understand that it is an opinion piece, but she doesn't really give the viewer any supporting argument for her look of repulsion. Shame on you, Jeanne Moos.
The middle-aged woman with the short hair who appears in various states of disgust throughout the video states toward the end that little girls are dealing with such conflicting feelings about their changing bodies and this might be confusing for them (or something like that). OK, interesting point, one could maybe argue that. But I believe that if we talked more openly about WHAT BREASTS ARE ACTUALLY FOR and made it more OK for women to openly breastfeed or speak about breastfeeding, it wouldn't be so instilled in little girls' minds that boobs are sexy and dirty. It wouldn't be so confusing for them.
I wonder if Jeanne Moos has children and, if so, did she breastfeed? I would be shocked. She seems to feel pretty squicky about the whole thing. I think she should do a little hard thinking about whether she really, truly examined all sides of the story with this one.
I'm not sure how I feel about this.
I don't care for Jeanne Moos' attitude of disgust throughout the video; I feel it's irresponsible. I do understand that it is an opinion piece, but she doesn't really give the viewer any supporting argument for her look of repulsion. Shame on you, Jeanne Moos.
The middle-aged woman with the short hair who appears in various states of disgust throughout the video states toward the end that little girls are dealing with such conflicting feelings about their changing bodies and this might be confusing for them (or something like that). OK, interesting point, one could maybe argue that. But I believe that if we talked more openly about WHAT BREASTS ARE ACTUALLY FOR and made it more OK for women to openly breastfeed or speak about breastfeeding, it wouldn't be so instilled in little girls' minds that boobs are sexy and dirty. It wouldn't be so confusing for them.
I wonder if Jeanne Moos has children and, if so, did she breastfeed? I would be shocked. She seems to feel pretty squicky about the whole thing. I think she should do a little hard thinking about whether she really, truly examined all sides of the story with this one.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Becoming a boy
Leo skipped most of his afternoon nap - yikes! So after nursing and then feeding him some awesome peas and oatmeal around 5pm, he was edging towards grouchiness, and I was in desperate need of 5-10 minutes of kitchen cleanup time. So, lazy mother with a small apartment* that I am, I turned his highchair to face the computer screen and pulled up a Sesame Street video - Kermit singing "It's Not Easy Being Green." He stared in amazement and smiled at Kermit and, never taking his eyes off of the screen, very sloooowly raised his sippy cup** to his mouth and took a drink.
In that moment he looked so much like a little boy - and not like a baby - that my chest felt like it might burst. He is a person and he is growing every day. It is so heart-achingly wonderful and frightening and fast and delightful.
It's not easy being green:
Leo's mind: Blown.
*(the kitchen is the living room is the breakfast nook is where our computer desk sits; I sit in the computer chair while I feed Leo in his highchair because we don't have a table)
**(just water - he hardly drinks any of it at all, just a couple tiny swallows, just for fun or to teach him how to use it or whatever)
In that moment he looked so much like a little boy - and not like a baby - that my chest felt like it might burst. He is a person and he is growing every day. It is so heart-achingly wonderful and frightening and fast and delightful.
It's not easy being green:
Leo's mind: Blown.
*(the kitchen is the living room is the breakfast nook is where our computer desk sits; I sit in the computer chair while I feed Leo in his highchair because we don't have a table)
**(just water - he hardly drinks any of it at all, just a couple tiny swallows, just for fun or to teach him how to use it or whatever)
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Show yourself some love
My new favorite photo ever: this is a few weeks old (that's the now-broken mirror that Matt had to vacuum up on the night documented below) but it still keeps me a-smilin'.
I receive some flattering spam
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Hello,
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Hello,
You attract people by the qualities you display.You keep them by the
qualities you possess..The best thing about loving and being hurt is that
you get to know what true love really is. For as gold is tested in fire,
and so will love be perfected in pain never let you past Run over your
Life.When we Get Hurt we Need to Keep On With Life. No matter how ugly you
think you are,that special man that loves you believes you are the most
beautiful and irresistible thing on earth and nothing can ever change
that.Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right
relationship. It's not about how much love you have in the beginning but
how much love you build till the end never give up about life and also be
positive
I am a sensitive and caring man! I am very honest person with a great
sense of humor and my interests are many and varied.I am very fit and
active.Sometimes people say I am quiet but in the right company I am
confident and relaxed.
I am looking for someone educated, intelligent, ambitious, successful and
not afraid of a challenge in a relationship. My ideal partner is very
attractive and has the maturity and self-confidence.
I'm looking for someone who considers herself extraordinary and wants the
same. Someone educated, successful and ambitious and looking for a
challenge in life
Mark
ceo.markhenry@ymail.com
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
A blue stripes kind of day
Happy Wednesday! Leo and I are very excited to go visit baby Maya today - she is the daughter of one of Matt's fellow 2nd-year residents and the second baby, after Leo, born to the Harbor-UCLA EM class of 2013!
Solid food is going so-so. Leo still loooooves his oatmeal. Lukewarm on bananas and sweet potatoes. He likes the first two bites of the SP's and then he is DONE. So that's fine. Yesterday instead of mashing the bananas with a fork i just cut them into teeny cubes and put them on his tray. He seemed to really be interested in that, and although I got the same horrified banana-face when he tasted them, he kept trying them and gumming them around. Loving this fruit-and-veggie adventure. I hope to try some pureed peas soon. Or maybe he would prefer avocado?
Since last week, Matt and I have observed a very sudden emergence of personality - Leo has been protesting and demanding things. He cries when we leave the room or take a toy away before he is ready (it's actually usually the fascinating Desitin tub that we are trying to move). He is really showing his likes and dislikes and his desires. It is fascinating and wonderful albeit a bit frightening: to what extent do we need to hold firm, how much should we give in? - I mean, he's only six months old so we are not stressing out, it's more funny than anything. And exciting to see him showing us more of who he is.
He is so very sweet and cuddly and SO smiley. Several things make him absolutely CRACK UP with laughter - the squirty toys in the bath, lifting him up high above our heads, saying the word "Puppy!," saying "Choo-weeee" in a high voice like my dad does after Leo sneezes. He is incredibly goofy and I love that.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Vacuum terror
I took these Mac PhotoBooth pictures while Matt was running the vacuum in the living room. Leo: not a vacuum fan.
He didn't cry outright, just sat there looking terrified. Poor Leo. Your fear is so adorable to your mom.
He didn't cry outright, just sat there looking terrified. Poor Leo. Your fear is so adorable to your mom.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Six month stats
16 lbs 6 oz (40%) and 26 inches (50%). Right in the middle, like Mama and Papa. Dr. Julie can't believe how strong he is and how he pulls back when you pull on his little arms. My muscle man. He is perfectly healthy.
Today we tried sweet potatoes - I cooked and pureed two of them in my awesome food processor - my Christmas gift from my in-laws - it is huge and has all of the fancy attachments and I'm so so so glad I have it!!! I'm going to attempt to make his food as long as I can, knowing that at some point I will probably buy jarred for convenience or travel...but why not give it a go?
He liked the sweet potatoes better than he liked bananas the first time he tried them. So far oatmeal is still, by far, his favorite.
My little yamface.
Have a wonderful weekend!
UPDATE - 5PM
Pureed sweet potatoes go out looking like pureed sweet potatoes. If you were wondering.
Today we tried sweet potatoes - I cooked and pureed two of them in my awesome food processor - my Christmas gift from my in-laws - it is huge and has all of the fancy attachments and I'm so so so glad I have it!!! I'm going to attempt to make his food as long as I can, knowing that at some point I will probably buy jarred for convenience or travel...but why not give it a go?
He liked the sweet potatoes better than he liked bananas the first time he tried them. So far oatmeal is still, by far, his favorite.
My little yamface.
Have a wonderful weekend!
UPDATE - 5PM
Pureed sweet potatoes go out looking like pureed sweet potatoes. If you were wondering.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
SIX MONTHS!
How, my precious son, can you be six months old already?
My life has changed so much since you arrived. It is harder and better and richer and more beautiful every day. I was happy before, but you have brought a different meaning to my life that I never could have anticipated. I love you so very much.
Also, since you arrived, Papa and I hired a cleaning lady. She's my second favorite person to arrive in my life in the past six months. I love you too, Mayra.
Leo's first beach day!
The sand was a huge hit.
The water was a little bit scarier.
Other things I want to remember about this day: we brought a baggie with some oatmeal and a couple of ounces of warmed milk to mix his "dinner" - it was a very windy night, not very conducive to baby oatmeal mixing. Also, it is very easy to get sand mixed in with baby oatmeal...note to self.
Matt and I cracked up while we were at the beach when I discovered that he had brought a book along to read. You know, taking the baby to the beach...so relaxing.
Success!
The water was a little bit scarier.
Other things I want to remember about this day: we brought a baggie with some oatmeal and a couple of ounces of warmed milk to mix his "dinner" - it was a very windy night, not very conducive to baby oatmeal mixing. Also, it is very easy to get sand mixed in with baby oatmeal...note to self.
Matt and I cracked up while we were at the beach when I discovered that he had brought a book along to read. You know, taking the baby to the beach...so relaxing.
Success!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
A lovely weekend and a perfect Fourth of July.
Matt had three days off, hooray! On Papa's days off, we love to spend some time exploring LA. Oops, we forgot Leo's hat...so we did a little improvising. Off we go...
West Hollywood is different...
...as is the music in Japantown.
We also made time for wrestling...
...and got a new big-boy highchair!
On the Fourth, we opted to forgo the beer-soaked, urine-smelling revelry of the Strand in Hermosa and, instead, took a mini road trip to Pacific Palisades for their neighborhood parade. We had lunch on the go...
First parade!
What a perfect day!
West Hollywood is different...
...as is the music in Japantown.
We also made time for wrestling...
...and got a new big-boy highchair!
On the Fourth, we opted to forgo the beer-soaked, urine-smelling revelry of the Strand in Hermosa and, instead, took a mini road trip to Pacific Palisades for their neighborhood parade. We had lunch on the go...
First parade!
What a perfect day!
Bananas for bananas? Not necessarily
Yay, oatmeal? I love my oatmeal!
Here it comes! Can't wait.
What the...?
Torture! Help!!! Someone!!!
Why are you doing this to me?
And you...how can you just sit there, watching? And taking pictures, no less?
Oh, it's one of these, only mashed up? I've seen you eat these...
...but nope. Not gonna eat it.
GAME OVER
Here it comes! Can't wait.
What the...?
Torture! Help!!! Someone!!!
Why are you doing this to me?
And you...how can you just sit there, watching? And taking pictures, no less?
Oh, it's one of these, only mashed up? I've seen you eat these...
...but nope. Not gonna eat it.
GAME OVER
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Another milestone
Today is a VERY special day.
After over a year of growing my hair out, it is finally long enough to wear up in a messy bun! Oh messy bun, you make me feel like a pretty pretty princess! Today you and I are going to IKEA to buy a highchair, oh yes we are!
After over a year of growing my hair out, it is finally long enough to wear up in a messy bun! Oh messy bun, you make me feel like a pretty pretty princess! Today you and I are going to IKEA to buy a highchair, oh yes we are!
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