Movie night with Max. (Movie: "Battle Royale", recommended by Quentin Tarantino.) The DVD player is on the right.
Before I begin, I will dig through my online mailbag and find.....one comment. This is from my cousin Mara, who raves about the ERGObaby.
Now I feel guilty - will my vindictive blog bring down this fine company? I'm sure it's a good product. I have seen very happy babies in an ERGObaby with my own eyes, which is why I got one. That said, I'll give $20 to anyone who can keep Max in an ERGObaby for 10 minutes without screaming. A couple caveats: He must be awake and you can't do everything in your power to distract him.
Oh yes, and, while I agree that AT&T is evil (as are all wireless carriers), I found out from some salespeople that AT&T only charges a $75 upgrade fee for all their other phones. Apple, apparently, was behind the deal I would get.
Now I feel guilty - will my vindictive blog bring down this fine company? I'm sure it's a good product. I have seen very happy babies in an ERGObaby with my own eyes, which is why I got one. That said, I'll give $20 to anyone who can keep Max in an ERGObaby for 10 minutes without screaming. A couple caveats: He must be awake and you can't do everything in your power to distract him.
Oh yes, and, while I agree that AT&T is evil (as are all wireless carriers), I found out from some salespeople that AT&T only charges a $75 upgrade fee for all their other phones. Apple, apparently, was behind the deal I would get.
Now then: I started looking back at old photos of Max, and couldn't believe how small and helpless he was.
Max, a couple days old.That was over eight months ago. But childhood moves quickly and things have changed. Here's an older Max now.
Max, a couple weeks ago.
In keeping with this theme (Max getting older - probably fertile subject matter for the foreseeable future) Max now prefers finger food over baby food. This turns out to be a great deal. First, instead of having to coax Max into eating every bite and not taking away the spoon, we just throw some food on his tray and let him eat with us at the table. Where before baby food cleanup oftentimes required a full clothing change and face wash, now we simply hang Max over a sink and shake the food off him. We then spend a couple hours picking new food chunks off wherever he is currently crawling. I have no idea how the food got there.
Nonetheless, he is fussy. I know this because he'll only eat meals I cooked using a Mark Bittman recipe. A couple days ago, I added more flavor into a bean dish by adding every French ingredient I could think of: mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, vinegar...Max put some in his mouth and, very soon, he surprised me with how many wrinkles he could put on his little face. And Delia laughed. LAUGHED!!! I have my revenge, though, because I have plenty of leftovers to serve them.
And, what else...an interesting thing happened at 4:00 am this morning. I woke up to hear Max crying-not too unusual, especially when he's teething, but this time his crying had a very unusual intensity. I mumbled for Delia to feed Max but Delia wasn't in bed either. I followed the sobbing and found Delia holding Max near his crib - he wouldn't eat! That hasn't happened since he was a newborn. Singing helped some, and thinking teething might be the problem, we gave him some Tylenol, which calmed him down instantly (I think he knows it takes pain away). After a little holding, he was willing to eat and was soon happy again. He's sleeping now.
What happened? He's never refused food because he was teething. We do know that we left Max with our babysitter last night to see a movie, and probably for the first time in his life, someone else put him to sleep for the night. Our current theory is that Max had a nightmare - maybe he would never see us again? Unfortunately Max isn't talking, so we'll never know.
