A few weeks ago we had a new neighbor move in and we welcomed them with a plate full of gorilla poop cookies. If you’ve never had these before, they are DI-VINE. Most people call them, “no-bake” cookies, but given their lumpy, dark brown appearance, our family re-named them! They’re made with oats, chocolate, and peanut butter, LOTS of peanut butter. Much to my surprise, the very next day, my neighbor informed me of her daughter’s extremely severe peanut allergy. I felt horrible. Actually, no, that doesn’t even describe how badly I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide away. She was really nice about it all and laughed it off trying not to make me feel so embarrassed, but let me know that her daughter’s allergy to peanuts is so severe that she could die. I’ve always thought about how my family’s life would completely change if one
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I was so excited to see how Sayle reacted to his cake. I wondered if he was going to pick at it in a calculated manner or if he would immediatey destroy it with all ten fingers? He actually did a bit of both. He initially picked at the decorative icing and then he realized he could sink his fingers in it. He wasn’t as messy as I thought he was going to get, but the cake eating made for great videos and pictures! As a preventative measure, I stripped him down to his diaper and bib as I wanted to keep his little outfit clean. I suggest the diaper-birthday-suit method, but if you don’t want to go that route then be sure to have another outfit for your baby to wear after he is done with his cake. I also had the floor under the highchair covered to keep
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I have scientific proof that babies may in fact prefer random stuff around the house to actual baby toys! Ok, maybe not scientific, but Isaac has informed me that he would rather play with certain household items than his crinkle book or mama hippo, such as balloons, plastic cups, dangling potholders, and of course my phone and car keys. The winner, at least for today, is the helium balloon that a friend gave him at a recent b-day party. My son took one look at that floating friend and it was love at first sight! He grabbed it and punched it and tried to bite it, and repeated this for quite a while. Needless to say the balloon of happiness has been tied onto his walker since Saturday and it follows him everywhere. Isaac has also figured out how to grab the string and pull the balloon down to him
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I honestly feel that I am not doing anything well, I’m simply doing the best I can to continue a balancing act between work, home, family, and Sayle. My house has not been organized since my nesting phase before Sayle was born, my closet is a disaster area, and I have a to-do list a mile long. The big things get done and sometimes the little things fall through the cracks. My husband said something to me the other day that almost made me permanently maim him. Thankfully for him, he said it to me on the telephone rather than in my presence because had he said it to my face I would be writing this blog in jail rather than in the comfort of my own home. I believe my husband simply had a lapse in judgment which required my “gentle” assistance to redirect his thought process. To make
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I miss my family! Mom, Dad, my sister Emily (and her dog Zoey!), and my brothers Andrew and Greg. I did not get along that well with all of them when I was younger, but now that I am an adult and have a family of my own I feel so much closer to all of them. I wish we lived down the street so we could see the five of them every day, but unfortunately that is not the case yet. I am scheming… But in the meantime, my family still all lives in Maryland between DC and Baltimore, about 7 hours from here with one stop for gas, and 8 or 9 hours with Isaac who demands a nursing break every 3 hours, argh! I used to be able to make it in about 6 hours when it was just me and my dog, free as the wind,
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Lately Nora has been showing anger whenever she is frustrated. I have been trying hard to not intervene and let her figure out the problem herself rather than fix it for her. Here is one example of what I see from Nora on a daily basis. How does your baby handle frustration?
