So the carrots didn’t go over very well so I won’t be cooking them again for him for another few weeks or a month or so. I think these were undercooked and didn’t strain well so it was pretty runny. Like carrot water. I love making his food even though he doesn’t always like it. So far it’s just simple unseasoned one-ingredient cooking, pureeing, mashing and straining.
Oh, and I wasn’t kidding about those eyelashes.
Lowell is almost 28 inches long but only weighs 15 pounds, 14 ounces. At this same age, James was half an inch longer and 3 pounds, 5 ounces heavier. Yes, Lowell is still my little shrimp. I like to think he’d be chubbier, heavier, if he didn’t spend so much of his energy crying, wailing, screaming, and gnashing. He’s just not much of a happy guy. It’s not that he can’t be happy — he’s plenty happy with MEGA eye contact — it’s just that he isn’t happy on his own. Plus, he’s a little constipated as I started him on mashed bananas, and well, we all know what bananas do to a person.
James, at 2 years old is hovering right around 30 pounds and is 36 inches tall. I don’t have his stats sheet in front of me so I don’t know the percentages, but those don’t really matter afterall.
Right now, Lowell is getting tummy time in an attempt to get him to work on rolling over, since he simply does not roll over. He can, but he doesn’t. My online mommy-friends call this “Abandoned baby time” since it really does feel like you’re abandoning him to the floor. So, yeah, there is a lot of crying right now. Poor little guy. I’m going to go down on the floor with him now.
Well, not that I couldn’t see before, but now I can really SEE out of my left eye. My optometrist said I have dramatic anisometropia (which is a big word meaning that each eye needs a different amount of correction) which I could have told you as well. My left eye is near-sighted and my right eye is far-sighted. Anyhow, this means I needed new glasses. I was going in to get regular, plain-ole glasses but these t2’s knocked my socks off. Wow. The frames weigh less than 1/10th of an ounce. There are no screws and no metal pieces at all. They’re pretty flexible and the arms are built to pop off instead of break off. The arms pop right back on, too. Yes, the were expensive, but wow, totally worth it.
THANK YOU MOM AND DAD FOR SUCH AN AWESOME CHRISTMAS PRESENT. Sorry it took me so long to do it. I should have gotten these glasses ages ago!
Lowell has started babbling. a little. He’s also growing more hair. as am I. Yes. I have fuzzies above my temples! I am also still losing hair at an alarming rate, too, though. You’d think that after, like, 3 months of handfuls and handfuls of hair falling out every day that I’d be bald already. Like Lowell.
He’s really waking up and turning into a very sweet little man. such a flirt. When he’s got your full attention you can hear his eyes blink, what, with all those 3 mile long eyelashes beating together and whatnot. It kinda sounds like a Waterford crystal champagne flute dinging another in a toast of good cheer. every time he blinks.
Well, or Samba in the Partly Cloudy.
Last night I asked David if he’d locked the front door (like I do every night in bed before we drift off to sleep) and he grunted an affirmative reply. I didn’t think anything of it until Lowell woke me up at 6:30 this morning and the front door was ajar with Samba on the front step.
I knew she’d run from me (as she and I do not and really never did get along with one another) so I zipped back to the bedroom and told Dave, “Get dressed. Door open. Cats outside.” Samba loves David and usually wouldn’t run from him. Plus Lowell was, at this point, screaming and needed some kind of attention so I went into his room to nurse him.
Well, so Samba is now outside somewhere. She ran. FAST. Mambo was caught by David and brought back inside, but Samba ran. We’ll keep our eyes out for her, and David is already making multiple trips outside to try to spot her.
Oh, and for those SPCA police (spies? workers?) This was truly an accident.
30 Years Old!
Since his birthday fell on a Friday, we decided to cook dinner (free food!) for a bunch of friends and had four additional families plus my dad over for fajitas and some Guitar Hero. The kids (all nine of them!) all had fun playing with James’ small stash of toys (which didn’t seem so small a stash after being strewn across the floor of his room) and were impressively polite to one another. The adults as well; what good manners everyone had tonight!
Part of living off one teacher’s income is not being able to afford lavish gifts (or just plain gifts, either) but sharing an evening with friends was worth more than anything we could have bought for David. He had such a good evening and seeing the smiles on his face were enough to make even me happy.
We were at the Austin Children’s Museum and he fell asleep, yes, sucking his thumb. I needed to have fed him but ended up skipping that feeding altogether. He doesn’t find his thumb normally. I guess he needs to be bundled up like he is in the mei tai.