Had to look that word up to make sure I was spelling it right. Not that previous posts weren’t solipsistic, but once you go through what I recently went through, it’s hard to imagine blogging about breakfast again for a little while.
Today we ate cookies for breakfast. One big cookie. A breakfast-bar type thing made with tons of whole grains, and butter and sugar. It seemed more breakfast-y before I’d read the ingredients list which was after he’d already had half of it. Oh well.
Official definition of solipsism isn’t exactly what I meant. Self-centered-ness. Navel gazing. A-ha! Yes.
Jonah loves to find my belly button and poke it with one finger. He thinks that’s HILARIOUS. And when he can slap my belly and get the whole thing rolling? Awesome.
We’ve been having popsicles for breakfast. Even though they are homemade, organic, and practically all fruit (recipe: about 1 bag of frozen mango chunks, one container of fresh raspberries, spoonful of honey, dash of lemonade, a little water, all cooked together, blenderized, frozen) I still feel guilty.
He loves talking about popsicles, and ice cream, and cupcakes. We play pretend where he takes my order, or I his, he usually asks for strawberry ice cream, and we hand it to the other, pretend to eat. The bill almost always comes to “eigh-TEEN doll-arrrrs.”
Must work on more of those muffins with zucchini and cheese in them, that sort of thing. Maybe get an ice cream maker to do homemade frozen yogurt with low sugar…
In other news regarding feeding:
<Gets up on rooftop, flips switch on megaphone, waits for end of feedback wail, places in front of mouth>
WE HAVE RETIRED THE MEDELA BOTTLES!
People, seriously? How I have come to loathe those tiny five ounce cloudy plastic impossible to clean silicone nipple leaky cracking fill four before I leave the house anytime I leave the house because he MUST HAVE ONE RIGHT NOW at any given time can’t ride in a car without one can’t fall asleep without one can’t stay asleep if he fell asleep with it must have one when he wakes up in the morning walks around chewing on the empty with it hanging out of his mouth like a dang cigarette for an hour at a time holy heck no wonder he was drinking 40 ounces of milk a day…
Okay, it wasn’t quite that bad; but it was close.
“This is your BIG BOY bottle,” I told him.
He complained off and on for about two days. “Want the SILVER bottle” he said, pointing to a Medela still in the drying rack on the counter.
No no. Big boy bottle only.
And that was it. He no longer demands a bottle the minute he wakes up in the morning. He’ll take a sippy, with the spout even, for car rides or stroller rides, or no bottle/cup at all. If anything, now I have to figure out HOW TO GET HIM TO DRINK ENOUGH MILK. Seriously? Wow. That’s my problem now? Cool. I’ll take it.