I admit it. Please don't flame me - even though my husband asked me "Why do you care what the Internet thinks?" like he hasn't been married to me for two whole years and knows that sometimes I care far too much about that very thing - but yes, yes, I let Thomas have a tiny taste of banana pudding. It was the benevolent, loving thing to do. Three minutes later Beaux's aunt let him have ANOTHER taste and she didn't even ask me and for half a second I was outraged and then I figured, whatever. It's banana pudding. Life is short, and now we can laugh and say that his first REAL food was a swipe of banana pudding. Not just any banana pudding, but his great-grandmother's banana pudding. That has to be extra-special and count for something, right?
This morning, he happily slurped down some rice cereal, perhaps the banana pudding was a good influence on his palate. Then there was a hideously enormous poopy diaper, one that went EVERYWHERE right before we walked out the door, and so maybe rice cereal should be considered a loaded weapon, figuratively speaking.
Gah, what a busy day. A good sort of busy, but oh dear - very full.
We ended up at Beaux's grandparents house for a family supper - all my favorites, roast and rice and gravy and BANANA PUDDING - and I don't know, there was something so cozy and fun about this house full to busting - zinging children everywhere, mayhem in the kitchen. I love the feeling of being a part of a big family - people talking nineteen to the dozen and children underfoot and delicious things bubbling on the stove. I don't think I could handle it all the time, but it makes for a fun change of pace.
Thomas woke up, in the middle of all the madness. He was entranced with all the other children around - his eyes wide, taking in all the activity. Lately he's really into whatever we're eating - he eyeballs our plates with his baby laser beams, as if he could will that food straight into his gummy mouth. It's hilarious. His little hands grasp for real food - poor little dude. I think he knows we're holding out on him, trying to give him dumb rice cereal when he could be eating BANANA PUDDING!
There was significantly less meltdowns and tears than I expected from my two year olds today. Only one major tantrum -they generally seemed happy to be back with their friends. Even I made it out of the door and only forgot one major component: a bottle to pump milk into. I was all ready to pump into a Ziploc bag and throw that sucker into a freezer; but thankfully Thomas sucked down a bottle before my pumping time and one kind nursery worker washed it and had it waiting for me. It's the small things that really make the difference, from that one small act of kindness, to the cashier who double wrapped my creamer "just in case," and wished me a blessed day.
Tomorrow we're back to our routine, and I'm ready for it. Maybe I'm crazy, but I miss my preschool kiddos. I feel sure things will be wild and wooly after our week off, but I am welcoming the idea of spending my morning with children who can actually talk. Actually, it's going to be a rather off routine sort of week - a makeup class, and assorted family coming into town. Including my mother-in-law, which, OH MY GOSH. It's only for one night, this is what I keep telling myself.
If you're looking for a really good sermon, go here. Eddie really hit it out of the park this morning, and I felt completely encouraged and uplifted after hearing the message this morning. Beaux and I are challenging each other to read one of the Gospels this Christmas season, we're going for John. Mostly because I'm such a sucker for the first chapter.
Elizabeth - one of my favorite finds through NaBloPoMo - posted a link to this; it's really very thought provoking. Christmas will be simple around here, but I love the idea of making Christmas much less about the craziness and more about celebration.
And if you missed my quandry post from yesterday, weigh in on the post below on what you think about our situation. Thanks!
I really almost decided NOT to post tonight. I'm tired of this half assed posting of mine - I've had a whole week off, you'd think I could come up with something good, but no. Time off with a baby is not really time off, time off with a baby dealing with painful shots is definitely not any kind of time off. Poor child. Day by day, he's done a little better, but there are still knots in his legs. When we're not giving him Tylenol, we're dosing him with Benadryl, per the doctor's advice, trying to clear up his cough and runny nose. Today I think he sneezed a hundred times. The good news is that his cough does sound better, less and less like a hacking wheeze.
It's been grey and rainy, perfectly Novemberish weather. Everything green is fading away into brown.
Something the pediatrician talked to us about has unsettled me. She really encouraged us to try to move Thomas out of our bed, and to cut out middle-of-the-night feedings. Theoretically, I agreed with her, and I was actually excited, but I don't have any idea how we can do it. Or, how I can do it, emotionally. (This doesn't make any sense. I think I was just relieved to have someone in authority giving me some guidance, but then reality came crashing in.) Obviously, I want to transition him to his own crib before it's impossible to do so - but part of me is wondering, is it really necessary? At four months? He's a great sleeper and we're so lucky, and I do feel like I get enough rest. Today I bought a copy of this book to help give me some perspective. I just don't know. Why mess with things when we're all pretty happy?
Is it wrong that I consider my Thanksgiving complete, simply because I got to watch a Gilmore Girls Thanksgiving episode?
I'm tired, in a good way, and in my warmest pajamas. There's a lot to be thankful for.
I'm just loving this post of Andrea's, do go read it if you haven't already.
(edited to add: I realized that Typepad listed this as posted on Friday, when it actuality I posted it at 11:22 p.m. on Thursday night. So I've re-posted it, and finally changed my time zone preferences in my profile. I swear this on all that is holy and right, such as buttermilk pie and my son's drooly smile.)
It's a complete mystery, how this little dude has been a part of our lives for four whole months. He brings us so much joy - lashings of laughter - and we're infinitely thankful that he's healthy and happy. What are you thankful for today?
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! Now go eat some turkey!