Solid

We recently introduced solid food. All is good now but the process was fraught with blunders, gaffes, and faux pas's (We seem to have misplaced her manual... so we are flying by the seat of our pants... WE LIVE ON THE EDGE, DAGNABIT!). First, we started with the rice cereal stuff, and when we first put some in her mouth you'd have thought we poisoned her. She clearly hated it. The doctor's instructions had been "Start giving her the rice cereal. After a few days she will start holding her mouth open in anticipation of said cereal." This was clearly not happening. In fact, after a few days she realized if she closed her mouth, we couldn't put any of the offending material in her mouth. Then it bound her up tight for like four days. This involved calls to the doctor, trying to get her to drink apple juice ("You can't fool me with this "juice", give me my dang milk! (we've already trained her not to use swear words)), unceremonious, dignity offending medications, and waiting. Things are now unbinding. First we switched to the oat cereal. Then we introduced apple sauce and she stopped fighting us. Then sweet potatos, and now peas, and she actually seems to like eating solid food. The only remaining problem... she is super gassy.

Oh the things they'll see!

Sent from daycare today (my response = "Woah"):

Good afternoon,

I just wanted to let everyone know that there was a little bit of excitement at our center this morning; our young toddlers were witnesses.  Miss R, one of our teachers fell, injuring her knee, and emergency services were called.  Little did I know that part of the emergency services included a first responder fire engine and an ambulance!  Miss R was taken to a hospital to be examined by a doctor as a precaution.  At this time it is not clear if she will be able to return before Monday.  I will keep parents informed of how Miss R is doing and details on her return as information becomes available.   If you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to contact me.  Thanks!

Video monitors?

So my wife thinks video monitors are weird. My buddy Scinestro, a sometime contributor to this blog, has an amazing, dual channel video monitor with a flat screen monitor that switches channels between your two kids. Wow. It's really cool. Personally, it seems like it would be hysterical to see what the Bear is doing in her crib for the half hour she's up in the morning partying with herself. Is that an invasion of her tiny baby privacy?

Are video monitors weird?

baby hugs!

Seriously, nothing is better than baby hugs. This morning, I was singing the Lime in the Coconut song while making Ruthie a sandwich.

"He put the lime in the coconut, he call it doctor woke him up. I said, Doctor! Ain't there nothing I can take? Doctor, to relieve this belly ache." As I get to the belly ache part I slap my belly to the rhythm of the song.  Ruthie slaps her belly. I walk over so she can slap my belly too (much better resonance) when I get a surprise, two armed hug! Complete with daddy-adoring smile. It's too bad she's going to find me ridiculously embarrassing when she's older.

Dress yourself! (or what happens to E happens to G)

Me, "Here Rue, which of these shirts do you want to wear?"
Ruthie: Hugs shirts to chest
Me: "No sweety, you have to choose one"
Ruthie: "koose one!" Hands both shirts back to me
Me: "No, no, Which one do you like?" Hand shirts back to baby.
Ruthie: Takes shirts back from me but drops one on the way.
Me: "great choice! Orange Jimmy Hendrix shirt it is!"

So, I am going to post a couple of things found through We Love You So, a blog by the people making Where The Wild Things Are.

Author Tomi Ungerer crated some great books that I have fond memories of from when I was a kid. I particularly remember The Three Robbers. A fortuitous event that his books are being re-published by British publisher Phaidon, which makes up for that fact that they have been out of print for some time, even though I didn't know they were out of print.

Why do you have a problem if I sit at an outdoor cafe drinking a beer with my baby in my lap?