The Boy is in a state of flux right now – each day is a new adventure. When we begin our day together, I have no idea if I’ll be dodging pieces of bananas or struggling to keep up as he shoves everything into his mouth. Last Sunday (the week after Mother’s Day), as our custom, I buckled him into his high chair and sprinkled some cereal on his tray so that he could eat while I peeled a banana. He clearly didn’t want the cereal (evidenced by screams as he hurled Rice Chex to the floor), so I broke off a piece of banana and offered it to him. Instead of opening his mouth like a little bird (as he has been known to do), he forcefully shoved my hand away from him and sent the banana piece flying. Unfazed, I began dropping banana pieces on his tray. The screaming continued until he seemed to realize that he liked the food he was ready to chuck at my head. Afterwards, I wasn’t able to put enough bananas on his tray.
This past Sunday, we experienced what I will call The Scrambled Egg Incident. Let’s just say The Boy is very likely allergic to egg whites. Oh, he’s had eggs as ingredients in lots of things without any reactions (his birthday cake and myriad muffins, for example), but apparently eggs alone are a big no-no right now. Not only did he vomit eggs all over himself (and me) several times, he also broke out into a terrible rash (complete with hives, but no wheezing or fever, thank God) that didn’t go away until Monday evening. It’s a shame, too, because he really liked them.
Anyway, we saw Jen and Baby E on Sunday. They came over for an impromptu play date as Jen washed a comforter in my supersized washer (which promptly ate part of her comforter, but that’s a different story). I realized how spoiled I’ve been because The Boy has always been so easy to feed. Jen let me try feeding Baby E, and he would kind of stare at the spoon for a while before partially opening his mouth enough for me to squeeze in a little food. It was very cute, but as I said, it made me realize exactly how easy I’ve had it feeding The Boy.
Monday, I took The Boy to school at his regular time, then rushed back home to properly vacuum the house and straighten his room. The family room got a good suctioning, too, as did the master bedroom (sorely needed, I have to say), and the hallway. Then Cute Husband and I met up with our friends to see the new Indiana Jones movie. I don’t really care what the critics have said – I really liked it. I thought it was great and in line with the rest of the franchise. That’s all I will say about it.
After the movie, we picked The Boy up from school and took him to Disney’s Fort Wilderness to visit the “petting zoo” (no petting of the ponies or miniature horses allowed, though), where he thoroughly enjoyed staring at the animals, then to the playground, where he eagerly pointed at the swings until we got him into a bucket seat. Oddly, though, he didn’t have the same expression of glee that I’ve seen from other kids. Oh, he was happy, all right (he gets to go on the swings at school), but very cool about it, as evidenced from his photos.
This kid clearly follows his own schedule.
Once I realized that teething pain had something to do with it (and I had finished my work conference), I had the courage (and fortitude) to give him a little bit of Tylenol just before brushing his teeth and let him cry it out. That meant listening to him wake every four hours and watching the clock to see just how long each crying spell lasted. Each night got a little better, and now we’re (mostly) back to normal. He’ll still cry out a little (and he woke up today at 5:30, but I left him alone because I decided he really wasn’t ready to wake – sure enough, he fell back asleep within five minutes), but unless I hear a shriek of pain or an otherwise unusual scream, I’m training myself to leave him alone.
This also means we’re done with our multiple breakfasts (clearly, he wasn’t eating well when he was sick), but it also means he’s back to eating sizeable dinners and equitable breakfasts. Last night, he had six ounces of macaroni and cheese, about five ounces of watermelon, bread off my husband’s plate, two ounces of corn, and a whole lot of milk. Today, we had a large banana, four ounces of yogurt, some cereal from my bowl, and a whole lot of milk. I can’t say he eats as much as I do (after all, I’ve been known to put away enough food to make grown men stare in awe), but he really does like to eat. And really, pound for pound, I know he eats much more of his body weight each day than I do. (Yes, I did the math. I’m sick like that.)
So, that’s the latest on me. Lots of work, lots of toddler time, and a little bit of play thrown in for fun. Speaking of “play”, I got a Wii at the end of April and just invested in the new Wii Fit last week. I really like them both. Wii Fit is strangely addictive in ways a visit to the gym (sans my old trainer, Kennedy) never was….