Martha Stewart, I Am Not

So I decided to try making my own baby food at least once, beyond just unpeeling a banana or cutting open an avocado. Clearly, this was during one of those grocery shopping trips where I had left the house hungry AND thought I had spare time. Plus, a lot of the fear I had in preparing uber-sanitary food went away when I realized that Maxon enjoyed the taste of rocks. grass and car keys. I went with some easy hits like butternut squash, sweet potato, and carrots. Yes, be prepared for Maxon to have an orange tint in upcoming pictures! The prep and the cooking was easy-peasy. Really what was all the fuss about? But then came the scooping. And the mashing (is that still too stringy?). And the measuring (the portions got bigger at each consecutive serving). And the storing (finally found a purpose to those leftover pumping bags!). And then the dishes! All in all, it really was kind of fun and I like knowing where the food came from and I’m not ruling out doing it again. Of course, I’m counting on Maxon being able to properly chew his food soon so I can start giving him the real stuff from our plates!

It’s a good thing.

Slow Down, Big Fella

In two weeks’ time, Maxon went from being an unstable sitter, doing helicopters on his belly, getting up on all fours and sliding backwards to finally figuring out the Next Big Thing: crawling! This has seriously changed the rules of the game. And, of course, we haven’t really babyproofed anything yet. Apparently, we have wasted our money on educational toys as Maxon would much rather go for my flip flops, the trash can (and promptly empty the contents) and the cords of all small home appliances. He’s not just satisfied with crawling either–he pulls himself up as often as he can. Talk about unstable!

Everything on this shelf is breakable and precariously placed. Looks like fun!

We also attempted to get Maxon to feed himself. I cut up a fresh banana in teeny-tiny pieces and dropped it on his high-chair tray where he immediately went to work spreading it out. No interest in putting it in his mouth though. However, if I picked one up he knew enough to open his mouth for it. I then placed individual pieces on his fingers and one would actually make it in from time to time. Of course, if it was anything else, be it a piece of mail or a leaf pulled from a tree, it would automatically be brought to his mouth. Discerning young fellow, this one.