He’s a cup man

Baby Boy doesn’t like drinking out of bottles.
His sippy-cup frustrates him.

No, apparently he prefers drinking out of cups.
Big-people cups, made of glass or ceramic.

The other day I gave him a bottle of breastmilk after he ate his sweet potatoes. He drank from it for a bit, but couldn’t get the “tilt” right and got frustrated. Then I poured it into a small mug, and he grabbed it perfectly and chugged it all back. He even sighed a little, like, Finally! This is more like it.

SERIOUSLY?
AREN’T YOU ONLY FIVE MONTHS OLD???

Putting it out there

Change is really hard for me.
So is uncertainty.

Putting your home on the market is terrifying, especially when you are the kind of person who hates not knowing what’s going to happen. And that kind of person who worries constantly. And the kind of person who takes things to heart.

Our condo hits the market today, and I’m scared. We can’t afford to live here past May, unless I go back to work full-time (and sob uncontrollably every day put Baby Boy in daycare). There is so much pressure on us to sell it within the next few months.

We need a cheaper home — a cheaper life — to have the life we want. We want Darling Husband to stop working 80+ hours every week. We want me to be able to stay home with Baby Boy. We want to feel like we can pay our bills (and save) comfortably — it is very frustrating to not feel this way now, even with us working so hard.

This is me, putting a plea/hope/good vipes out there to the interwebs. I hope someone buys our place. I hope I can relax, and not let this worrying-about-when-it’s-going-to-sell consume me. I hope things work out.

Big changes are a-comin’!

Oh, hi.

I think I forget how to use a computer. I just untangled my fingers from the cord of the vacuum and managed to finally put down the Windex bottle.

I have basically done nothing but dust, wipe, vacuum, organize, neaten, sweep, tidy, straighten, polish, and toss for the last … two weeks? Three weeks? I am losing track.

But the good news is … I’m done. It’s ready.

Our condo officially hits the market TOMORROW. Yes, folks, it’s finally happening. Remember our “declaration of (financial) independence” that Darling Husband and I made so long ago? We are taking more steps towards achieving it.

The plan is to sell our condo, for a couple of very important reasons:

A) We want a house with a yard. A condo is great for a couple, but not for a young growing family.
B) We can’t afford to live here. Well, past May, providing I do not return to work full-time. This is an expensive area, and this is an expensive little place.
C) We want something cheaper. A smaller mortage payment (and zero condo fees!) means that Darling Husband can work less, and spend more time with us.

It it still up in the air if I’ll be returning to work in May. I kept thinking I might get used to the idea — or even maybe want to go back — but the closesr I creep to the end of my maternity leave, the more I am filled with dread. I cannot leave Baby Boy. I don’t want to leave Baby Boy. I know that probably sounds needy and weak, but I don’t care.

I love being home with him.
Darling Husband loves me being home with him.
We agree that it’s best for him, and for us.

I still may be going back, so nothing is settled at the moment. I am just hopeful that we are able to do anything and everything we can to make that happen — including selling our condo and buying a cheaper home, wherever that may take us.

Beans, beans, the magical fruit!

I did it! I moved beyond cereal, and gave Baby Boy a REAL FOOD. Lovely green beans, pureed with leftover water from steaming them. Gourmet, n’est pas?

Judging from how I agonized over whether or not to give him cereal, it was a surprisingly easy decision. I took a couple of make-your-own-baby-food books out of the library, borrowed a steamer basket and strainer from Mom, waited until Baby Boy was about a week away from turning six months, and just sort of jumped in!

The very first attempt was on Friday at lunch, and it was totally spontaneous. I sat him in his high chair to keep me company while I ate my lunch (reheated chicken/pasta and green beans), with no intention of giving him any “real” food. But then I looked at the container of green beans and thought, “Eh, why not?”

I dumped some beans into the food processor, added some water, and pureed them. I (stupidly) didn’t realize that cold vegetables don’t puree as well as warm ones, and I also didn’t puree them for very long. The end result was kind of chunky-looking, but I offered some to Baby Boy anyway.

The expressions! I was juggling the camera and the video camera (along with the spoonfuls of green bean mush), and laughing my ass off at his expressions! The beans did not appear to be a big hit, but it was fun for both of us. He seemed glad to be eating something, if that makes sense, even though he didn’t seem to really like what he was eating. It was a big moment for us.

I wised up the next day, and actually followed the “recipe” for pureed green beans. In other words, I steamed the crap out of them, pureed them for a much longer time, and added way more water. They turned out SO much better, and were a really nice smooth consistency. I scooped a couple of tablespoons into a bunch of my beloved Pampered Chef prep bowls, and had six baby entrees all ready. It was sooooo easy.

Baby Boy braved the green beans again on Saturday and Sunday (for lunch and dinner), and is definitely coming around. He is still making hilarious faces, but is eating almost all of the portions — and that’s what counts. I plan to try each food for three days before moving onto a new one, to make sure he’s not allergic.

He hasn’t had any issues with the beans, so today I plan on introducing … drumroll, please … pureed sweet potatoes! I think those are going to be a huge favourite. According to my mom, they were my fave as a baby (although I’m not a huge fan these days).

Up until Friday, Baby Boy was only eating a bit of cereal at bedtime (and even that got skipped sometimes). But now that he’s eating solids, I’ve been giving him cereal at breastfast and bedtime — and a “real food” (so far just the green beans) at lunchtime and dinnertime.

Honestly, I thought it would be annoying to do the high chair routine four times a day, but it’s actually been nice. I arrange it so my meal is ready at the same time, and I eat while I’m feeding him. It’s very civilized, and great to have the company (and mealtime “conversation”) since Darling Husband isn’t home for many meals.

I was nervous that Baby Boy having so much “real food” would negatively impact his breastfeeding, but it is still going strong. I nurse him before every “meal” to make sure he’s still getting plenty of milk, and also before and after every nap (and bedtime). I’ve been pumping at least once a day, too, to make sure I’m keeping up my supply.

I’m very relieved that moving onto “real food” wasn’t like the emotional roller coaster of starting cereal. It didn’t seem to be as huge of a leap, since he was already accustomed to the highchair/spoon/bowl/bib routine. It’s been fun to read about the different “dishes” I can make him, and pureeing was very satisfying — much more so than mixing up cereal (yawn).

Excited to try sweet potatoes! Who knows, maybe I’ll decide I like them, too …

Mommy confession …

The other day, I started letting my five-and-a-half-month-old watch Treehouse.

Just like 15 or 20 minutes a day, when I desperately need to send a freelance invoice or respond to an e-mail. He has always LOVED TV, and he is especially fixated by these annoying kids’ shows.

For some reason, all the characters — birds, cats, etc. — all seem to have British accents. Anyway.

I felt fine about the decision …

Then I see a Facebook friend’s comment on an article about children and televsion … and she says it’s horrible for TODDLERS to watch TV.

Um …

I think Treehouse has to remain a dirty little secret.