Rain Check!

Let there be teeth! Or rather, let there be tooth, singular.  We cut our first tooth last week! I’m so proud!  He now has the tip of his bottom left incisor sticking out of his gums! I was so elated to see his tooth for about 2.5 seconds.  I had flashes of him chewing away at all the interesting textured foods I am going to make for him; smearing it all over his face and smiling up at me.  Then I snapped back to reality and realized that, oh shit, he’s getting teeth, and the thing he chews on the most right now is ME since he is still nursing. So now the fun begins…::wince::

An interesting side effect of his first tooth popping in is that he quit eating for about a week. I mean, flat out, cold turkey, QUIT.  He went from 1/3-1/2 a cup of  whatever veg/fruit/grain/yogurt mix was being served to not letting the spoon pass his lips.  He clamped those suckers shut and wouldn’t budge.

So you can see why I haven’t been very inspired to cook this last week.  Hence the dearth (yay SAT prep vocab words) of entries and the title of this blog.  You’re going to have to take a rain check on my next blog entry. I mean, who wants to cook for a baby who won’t eat? Don’t get me wrong, I faithfully defrosted or mashed him his breakfast/lunch/dinner all week and tried to feed it to him like it was no big deal, but he just kept saying no. Thankfully though, the tooth is coming in now and he has started to eat again.  Is this going to happen with every new tooth?

Next up is blueberries!  The Texas blueberries are ripe, so I’m going to run out and buy a bunch and cook them up for Simon!  Because everybody needs a purple baby!

For now, enjoy….


Never say never…

No, I have suddenly become a Justin Bieber fan overnight, although I will admit that I have had “Baby baby baby oooooooohhh like baby baby baby…” stuck in my head for the last 5 hours after I watched a video of a friends blog where her son says “baby” a few times in a row and JUST LIKE THAT I am crooning Bieber all day long.  DAMMIT…(oooooooh like baby….).

but MOVING ON people, that’s irrelevant

Anybody who knows me will be familiar with the fact that I’m pretty opinionated.  OK, so using the adjective “pretty” might be the UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE F***ING YEAR.  But whatever, you get the point.  If the last six months of motherhood have taught me anything it’s that my opinions and views don’t really matter quite so much anymore.  Seriously, I have done things these last 6 months that I swore I would never do. And they just come naturally to me as a busy mom, and it’s only afterwards that I look back and realize that OH MY GOD I actually wore my Crocs out and about IN PUBLIC all day long.  Something I swore I would never do.

Sexy.

But on a more serious note, I used to have all of these opinions and theories about parenting that were quickly either proven wrong or just plain forgotten after Simon was born.

I have left the house with Simon in nothing but his diaper and a t-shirt that rides up and shows his belly. How much more white trash can I get? I used to scowl at those trashy people who did that.

I used to think co-sleeping was weird.  Then he slept next to me for the first three months of his life because that’s the only thing that worked.

I have had a glass of wine at 9:30am. I used to think that made me an alcoholic. But in those first few months sometimes the morning felt like I had already been up all day.

So how in the f does this apply to your food blog, you ask?  Well, I guess it’s that I should never say things like;

I’ll never take Simon to McDonalds.

I’ll always serve him healthy food.

etc etc

And I guess I shouldn’t make any assumptions about how all this food stuff is going to turn out. Simon is a person; an individual with his own opinions just as strong as his mothers’ (God help me). He really could end up being the pickiest eater I know – a straight Kraft Mac n Cheese eater for a year.  I just don’t know. But I’ll document our food journey here on my blog for all the world to see, for better or for worse.