Real Food Coming Up
We bought a high chair yesterday evening. Phil came home and put it together. The tray mechanism doesn't work properly so we need to return it. Oh bother.
We also bought some rice cereal, a handled sippy cup, and four baby spoons with rubber on the spoon part. They even turn white if the food is too hot.
I am so excited about feeding our child real food. I was all ready to start him off this morning, highchair or not, but Phil wouldn't hear of it. The man that has been after me for the last two months to feed our son manly food is making me wait till he can be around to witness the monumental event. I guess the big meal will be supper tonight.
Last night we ate out at Red Lobster (with a $4 coupon, I might add, as well as a gift card we bought at a 20% discount) and when I was changing Blaine in the restroom, a mom with two children in tow came through. She smiled at me, cooed over Blaine, and asked me if it was my first. Then she smiled again and said "I miss that age." Her children are 4, 10, and 12 (or something). The funny thing was, that for the first time when someone has said this to me, I didn't get the impression that she wished her children were that age again. Rather I got the impression that she enjoyed that stage to its fullest as she is currently enjoying her current stage. She saw me, remembered, and felt healthy nostalgia. That's the mom I want to be 12 years.
Being a mom has taught me: A well rested baby is a happy baby.
Blaine's newest skill: Sitting up by himself on the floor in the boppy pillow. He has not mastered rescuing himself after he pitches on his nose, however.
We also bought some rice cereal, a handled sippy cup, and four baby spoons with rubber on the spoon part. They even turn white if the food is too hot.
I am so excited about feeding our child real food. I was all ready to start him off this morning, highchair or not, but Phil wouldn't hear of it. The man that has been after me for the last two months to feed our son manly food is making me wait till he can be around to witness the monumental event. I guess the big meal will be supper tonight.
Last night we ate out at Red Lobster (with a $4 coupon, I might add, as well as a gift card we bought at a 20% discount) and when I was changing Blaine in the restroom, a mom with two children in tow came through. She smiled at me, cooed over Blaine, and asked me if it was my first. Then she smiled again and said "I miss that age." Her children are 4, 10, and 12 (or something). The funny thing was, that for the first time when someone has said this to me, I didn't get the impression that she wished her children were that age again. Rather I got the impression that she enjoyed that stage to its fullest as she is currently enjoying her current stage. She saw me, remembered, and felt healthy nostalgia. That's the mom I want to be 12 years.
Being a mom has taught me: A well rested baby is a happy baby.
Blaine's newest skill: Sitting up by himself on the floor in the boppy pillow. He has not mastered rescuing himself after he pitches on his nose, however.
posted by Rosie Leichty @ 12:59 PM
2 Comments:
At 10:05 PM,
Anonymous said…
Let's see - you said he's blowing bubbles in your last post. So by this time he's probably blowing rice or more likely spewing it all around. Have fun!!
Sharon (aka the other Sharon on your blog)
At 10:19 PM,
Anonymous said…
OK. This is Saturday evening. Surely he's had the real food by now. Let's hear the report.
Or are you still assembling the high chair? Eventhough some of my children never did use a high chair, they've managed to reach adulthood and are feeding their own offspring!
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