Everyday is a Magically Tiring Experience

  My adorable little boy is not even a full year in age and already I am chasing him from room to room, always trying to be one step ahead of him because everyone else neglects to consider the fact that we have a toddler when setting dangerous everyday items willy nilly about the house. There is much gratitude in my heart for the help I receive from my husband and our current tenant, I just wish a little consideration for a frantic mom and the little boy who was just a baby a nano second ago could be mustered. That is all...

walking, babbling, and sleeping in oh my!

    This week has been chock full of interesting occurrences. My favorite being that Che my little angel has been sleeping in until almost 9 am everyday, which is lovely beyond explanation for this former night owl. Also there is the walking which I am slightly less excited about as it has forced the next level of baby proofing on us in a more rapid fashion than I had expected. Another favorite around the house is the return of the super babbler he had been prior to the most exciting news finally breaking through, yes that is correct there is what I think legally counts as a tooth in my sons mouth. Now he can be the mom eating cannibal he's always dreamed of being, owie that thing is sharp!

ohhh no baby man!!

and we are teething, no teeth but the fun is here!

he stands in secret

I catch my son free standing in his crib when I come in after nap time. In my imagination he does laps in his crib to practice for the day when he runs away from his surprised and confused mother. I am probably wrong, he is generally so startled by the fact that he is standing he falls, boop, on his butt. It is impressive how intelligent he is, nothing gets by him, while he enjoys his puppets he knows what's up...it's just your hand and with a quick grab he has it in his fist and is cramming it into his mouth. The backyard is a mine field of pebbles all of which appear to be edible in his mind, this is stress full but we're learning to distract him better. Things are fun, things are great, time is flying...

Hey, Cute Face...Stop doing that.

I caught Che standing, he can only keep it together for a few moments before he gets so excited he propels himself into a sitting position. Then there was the rock eating incident this afternoon. One minute we're both enthusiastically pulling stray grass and weeds from the edge of the walk, then he's silently rolling something around in his mouth. I scoot up next to him and he starts to giggle and scoot away, but not before I saw it. With a quick pluck from mom it was out, now we know he really is like Mikey. There is no pause to savor the moment button, the break neck speed at which he is turning into the little boy I've been waiting for is at times overwhelming. Then I think about all the fun we're going to have...and I relax. This has to be the most difficult and most rewarding job in the universe.

There are moments when I know there is a tsunami of tears on the other end of Che's hysterical laughing. The People's Food Co-op Farmers Market has become one of our new favorite field trips and was the scene of a few unbelievable instances yesterday. The first was my fault, I foolishly thought the wind/sun shield would be a great place to rest the produce basket...NO! and also thank you Peg Perego for making a visor that doesn't allow the baby to be crushed even if the basket tumbles to the ground in slow motion as a frantic mommy grasps at a basket barely out of reach. The second was an "I am too tired to be here" hysterical laughing peppered with weird and adorable noises and tears. In this situation thank you to the funny face making guy in the line next to us and the lovely Ms. G, who was manning the stroller to help alleviate the mommy stress factor. I know other women have lots of children, I know they often do it alone, I think they rock for being themselves but myself is thankful everyday that it is just Che. Even in the face of a slightly stressful situation he is a wonder and a joy, if I could change his name to something anymore meaningful (probably not possible) it would simply be 42.

Che is like Mikey (that kid from the cereal commercial)

 Today for lunch Che ate red beans and corn bread, they were mushed together and I couldn't keep it coming fast enough for baby grunts a lot. We really are raising a foodie, I think we started in the womb but I never expected my nearly eight month old to applaud after each bite. So far some of the odd food combinations I've presented have worried me more than necessary. Some of the varieties are Pico De Gallo Pea's , Carrot with Parmesan, yogurt, red onion and garlic, garbanzo beans and spinach with garlic, and green beans with tamari and sesame. These are just a few of the combinations I prepare just for him, some of the things he wants to try that he ends up loving have been shocking, hummus was obvious but muhammra (a spread/dip made of roasted red pepper and walnuts) really surprised me, any sandwich, taco or burrito is worth a bite too. He really gets upset when you don't share, it can turn into an awkward situation very quickly.