A Bowl Full of a Mush

I'm sitting in the backseat while hubby drives us home. Baby waves to me. 

I smile and say, "Hi, baby."

Baby smiles and says, "Hi, mama."

I am mush.

A-PEAR-antly NOT

First, an update on our Squash trial:  For the first 5 days, Baby LOVED squash.  And then... she hated it.  She has refused to eat it since.  Sigh.  That was a short lived victory.

So, we decided to move onto pear.  We aren't really scheduled to start fruits yet, but we hoped that if we could get ONE food to help with her constipation, we would have more luck with solids.  For example, she liked sweet potatoes, but they stopped all diapers for a week.

image courtesy of  Craft & Sweet by Rika Daniel

On Day 1, she ate a few bites.  That evening she was a little fussy and spit up.  The next day it was a struggle to get her to eat any pears at all.  She was cranky all day long, slept horribly, and started hiccuping.  We ended the day with the red ring of doom (allergy ring).  It was so intense and painful looking, I felt horrible.  So that was absolutely it for pears.  It took about 5 days for all the reflux ramifications to work their way through.

BOOOO.  Just a couple of weeks ago I felt on top of the world.  She was eating TWO veggies.  And now, she is back on just one food, and she's skeptical of everything I present to her that is not a carrot.  Crushed is a good description of my hopes.

Deliciousness Score: Carrots > Oatmeal > Sweet Potatoes > Pears > Bananas > Avocado > Squash
Reflux Score: F

Gastro Misc. Score: F

A Wonderful Week

I have been aching to get over here and write, but the past week has been incredibly busy in every possible way.  Every morning I wake up and think "Oh, I want to write about ____ today!" and every night I got to bed thinking "I really want to write about ____, but I also really need to sleep."  Tonight, I am just going for it in one big post.

What timing, the baby literally started screaming as I hit enter.  I'm back, and I'm going to finish this post, come hell or high water!  DO YOU HEAR ME BABY?!

Last week Baby officially started walking full-time.  She squeezed in a lot of practice holding onto Grandpa's hand that Thanksgiving Day, and there ain't no stoppin' her now.  Saturday she crossed the living room on her own, and I couldn't hardly believe it!  Sunday, she was standing up on her own.  Monday, she had officially chosen walking as her preferred method of transit.  And it didn't matter how many times she had to get back up, she would absolutely get from point A to point B on those tiny little feet of hers.  Baby was tickled to death by her progress, by the way.  She would walk across the room laughing so hard that sometimes she fell over.  Crawling is for losers now-a-days.  Of course, she's hardly falling over at all anymore.  She's stepping over the ridge on the baby gate, carrying her toys with her, practically running!  It's crazy to think it's only been a week!  It feels like forever, but then again, I haven't gotten much sleep.