Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Stop blogging and start sleeping, woman.
I was trying to decide what to bitch about (I mean, write) when I realized something: I've actually had a really great day. Most of my days are pretty swell, truth be told, but lately they've gotten even better. I've discovered a wonderful way to keep both myself and the babe smiling bright during the sunlight hours:
I run the little bugger like a horse.
Why did I not discover this sooner? Colleen tried to point me in that direction weeks ago but did I get the hint? No I did not. Instead I sat there watching B eat his floor, convinced that he needed copious amounts of tummy time. Which he did and I'm glad I gave it to him, but sitting around on the floor eating foam isn't exactly conducive to exhaustion and since mama wants more than 40 minutes to herself, TIREDNESS IS THE NAME OF THE GAME. So we've gone out. A lot. We've gone to the Gap (additional 20% off sale items!) and to the toy store and to the grocery store and to the pool and to music class and to yell at pigeons and to Developmental Movement class - and then back to (a now empty) Developmental Movement class to crawl around in a big empty room.
Let me tell you, we have had some glorious naps. This kid loves nothing more than to be outside and this mama loves nothing more than a happy, sleepy baby. Don't ask me what we're going to do when winter comes...
This morning, as I was trying to convince my child that eating his breakfast was fun and exciting and not something to be spit out in the guise of coughing (you're not fooling anyone, kid), I got to thinking about how privileged his life is compared to what I had growing up. Don't get me wrong, I loved my childhood, but I guarantee I was never sashayed to Developmental Movement on a weekly basis. My mother also didn't have the privilege of spending inordinate amounts of time making baby food which is my freaking JOY these days. Honestly I don't know whether to be proud or embarrassed by my son's diet. Today's menu:
Breakfast: Irish oats with blueberry puree, homemade applesauce, and agave nectar. (AGAVE NECTAR. Seriously, who do I think I am?)
Lunch: Scrambled egg yolk with fresh mozzarella, spinach with steamed tofu, pureed butternut squash, a few cubes of avocado
Dinner: Something called "Chicken Tomato Pastina" by Earth's Best (if it requires more than 2 ingredients, it's jar time, peeps), mushed peas, 1/2 a peach. (Don't panic, parents - he also had formula.)
Let's compare that to what I ate today, shall we?
Breakfast: Irish Breakfast tea (steeped for until practically black for extra oomph. Mama needs all the help she can get at 5:30 am)
Lunch: The breakfast I wasn't able to eat. (See: Developmental Movement class) 2 egg whites, 3 strips of soy bacon with flecks of melted plastic from a poorly chosen, non-metal spatula, coffee with extra sugar
Dinner: A spinach tortilla topped with potentially moldy lentils (it's hard to tell sometimes), a fistful of mozzarella cheese, some peach salsa from Trader Joe's, a large glass of $3 wine, a peanut butter chocolate chip cookie, 2 chocolate raspberry sticks. (Maybe one more peanut butter chocolate chip cookie. The evening's not over yet.)
Anybody else find themselves going hardcore Martha (or Mario) when they had kids? Should I have that second cookie?
*And I know I said I wasn't going to post any pictures but if I don't, half the family won't get to see the boy.