Tuesday, December 29, 2009


Ahhh, as the year comes to a close, I'd like to reflect on some things that only being a mom do I realize/experience...
1. I am consumed with poop. Not only was I so concerned about my dogs' bowel movements when they were pups (not sure why now..) but now I am concerned about whether D has pooped during the course of the day. I tailor her diet to ensure ease of poop. It pains me to see her straining.
2. On that same note, did you know that when you use disposable diapers, you are supposed to dispose of the poop in the toilet before you toss the diaper in the trash? Yes, that is proper handling of dirty diapers. So, that being said, D's poop is pretty solid so ya gotta love when the poop hits the water and the toilet water backsplashes onto my face. Awesome.
3. I have an odd obsession with trying to save money on diapers. I only just realized that I often do not like to change D's diaper unless it has soaked up 500 lbs of urine. Until it is practically dragging on the floor. Uhh, G has since really set me straight.
4. Sleep? What is sleep? Who needs to carry those recyclable grocery bags when surely you can store all the groceries in the bags that sit under my eyes.
5. Babies are SMART. I know (and D knows) when I have reached my limit in tolerance with her. (Yeah, I have my moments) And I am always surprised in those moments when G comes to rescue D. When he is lovingly picking her up, she will look over at me and she KNOWS and can feel the daggers that are shooting out of my eyes at her. I see the realization coming over her face. She knows, but is not saddened by it. It is sort of a "Hmm, oh well." sort of of look that I get from her.
6. There are so many parents that will say, "Ooh, cherish those baby moments" Nah, I don't think so. I look forward to every knew development in D and can't wait until she is walking on her own, talking to express her feelings, eating on her own. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I can't wait until she's independent! I will cry tears of JOY when she finally walks out the door at 18 and says, "Bye mom! I'm off to college!" Hah!
7. Chicks and puppies are still better than babies, but ooh, do I love my child. There are moments in the wee night hours, when D has woken up for whatever reason and needs to be cuddled that I feel the most love for her. Her warm little body and cute little sleepy sighs.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

By george, I think I've got it!

Light bulb over the head here. Since D doesn't like her food pureed anymore but only has 2 bottom teeth and two half teeth on top, she can't get all her necessary nutrients by just little pieces of solid food. So, now I make solids and mix it in with the purees! Hahah! I am so proud of myself. I mean, I'm pretty sure that is obvious...I'm just slow to the starting gate, but hey, at least I got there.
Yes, Dillon now gets her morning oatmeal with blueberries mixed in and a side of some blueberries for her to pick at. Her lunch today was pureed lamb with solid pieces of eggplant! She ate the whole thing! And peas and sweet potato to pick at. Dinner was fish that her daddy made her with green and yellow squash puree! Genius! Genius! Can you tell how excited I am?
Yes. I'm pretty excited.
Now I'm off to try and figure out what I'm going to have to cook up and pack for our trip to Utah this Sunday.


Hmmm...the most precious sound...a baby's yawn when she is snoozing on her mommy's body. Oooh, soo cute. :o)

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Oooh, alas. What a slacker I am. Here I was saying how Julie & Julia inspired me and then I slack off for what? Three days? To my credit, I have been sick and just exhausted.
Uh-oh, baby just got up. Well, I'll let her play around in her crib for a bit before I run in to get her.
Like I said, she's been being more physical about her assertiveness and will spit out her food when we feed her. She only likes big people food or when we feed her food in chunks. Which is great! Thanks for letting me know it's time to move on from pureed food D! You are so smart!!
Anyhow...but now I am always perplexed over what to feed her next that will be soft enough for her to chew yet, no so soft that she mushes it in her fingers and just plays with it instead of eating it.
We have to get beyond peas and carrots and squash. Oh, she's been eating a lot of blueberries...
Why am I always so perplexed?? Do other mothers have this problem? Oh, perhaps not because they just follow the Stages in pre-prepared baby food! Duh, why didn't I think of that? Oh, perhaps because I only work part-time, from home and I have no excuse for not being able to provide my daughter a proper diet. Shucks! Does anyone want to hire me so I can get away?
Heheh! I jest....
Okay, now I really have to go get D. Bye for now!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Julie & Julia

Siiigh..I have been neglecting my little blog and now, watching Julie & Julia, it has sparked me right back up! I need to get back onto this little blog.
How will I remember all the little things that drive me CRAZY about D right now? How her loudness both grates my nerves and makes me laugh...
So D has now decided she wants to voice her opinion when it comes to eating. She is not obediently just taking food into her mouth and swallowing as I feed it to her. Now, she spits when she is not happy. Or maybe she is spitting b/c she is happy and could care less about eating. Perhaps this child does not understand that this food I feed her is sustenance and if she doesn't eat, she will just go hungry. After all, there is always her milk.
Hmm, not sure what is going on, but it certainly makes for a VERY messy dining experience every time we feed her. Mostly lunches and dinners because I only feed her pureed fruit in the mornings with yogurt and she seems to never really mind fruit. She likes when I feed her french toast too, or rather when I make her french toast and she can feed herself.
G announced today, "Maybe D just wants to be able to feed herself. Maybe she just doesn't like pureed food anymore." Well, darling, that is all good and well, however, the baby has but two baby teeth on her bottom shelf. She can hardly just eat what we eat. Poor babe.