I sitting up!
Zoë’s initial reaction to her first taste of food. ;) Baby-led weaning is going well! The first few times, I baked a sweet potato (rubbed with just a drop of olive oil and wrapped in foil) and sliced it into thick rounds, peeled the skin off, and cut each round into three sticks. She mainly had fun squishing it up but did get a small amount in her mouth. On day four, I introduced broccoli steamed quite soft and placed in a mesh feeder. She gnawed on it but didn’t get much out so I just gave her a few florets. She repeatedly picked them up and put them to her mouth and was in total shock every time. It was hilarious! She seemed okay with it. Then I decided to see if she wanted some sweet potato in the feeder since it mushed up nicely when she played with it. On a whim, I put a few pieces in the feeder straight from the fridge since she’s been teething (although not nearly so badly now that we got her a Baltic amber teething necklace — but I digress). She absolutely LOVED it. Sucked and gnawed and gummed away at it for ten minutes. I was so excited! She actually got quite a bit down, handled it herself with only a little help from me, and the mess was infinitely less. I refilled it a bunch of times since she liked it stuffed full. It’s so exciting watching her grow, but a part of me felt a twinge; I’m not her only source of nutrients anymore. It’s bittersweet, watching her become independent.
Dog treats for the baby?
I was just researching homemade dog treats for my friend’s dog Indy who’s recovering from being hit by two cars (fractured leg, poor thing, but she’ll be okay), and I was also researching homemade teething biscuits for Zoë (because they’re SUPER easy and I’d rather give her fresh preservative-free biscuits with healthy ingredients). The recipes are so similar, I could technically make a single batch for them both. But let’s call it baby biscuits for Indy, not dog treats for Zoë, k? ;)
Ok.. Not our day! Thristian was petting Buttercup and her happy tail knocked over my cup of carrot-apple juice. All over me, my purse, his wallet and jacket, and the futon that we JUST cleaned. Sob.
What a day! Had a poopslosion (Zoë, not me), cracked my iPhone, the farmer’s market was out of home-baked bread, couldn’t find the documents I needed earlier, misbehaving kittens munched on my chard and sharpened little claws on my yoga mat, did I mention poop everywhere?! I hate stressful days, they make me grumpy. So then I remind myself that these are first-world problems and think about what went right. Farmers market had some amazing lil tangerines.. Z is all clean and cuddled up to me in her wrap now (my lil sweetie booger pie), my bf and I take turns being stressed and are usually nice to each other when we’re having a bad moment.. Which is nice, my exes would get stressed off my stress and start an argument. I bitched to Thristian for 3 minutes and felt better. So, there, great boy, great baby, great tangerines. Not all bad.
